With his original 1932 frame, grill shell and gas tank, his old Guide headlights, his early 40's original hub caps, his old red steelies, his Buick fine drums, his retro 50's steering wheel, my roadster yells OLD SCHOOL loud and clear and it's music to my ears.
The machine was driven over the years. Hard. It bears the scars of many road battles to prove it. Yet even as it stands today, with nicks and dents and in all its black primer glory, it still turns heads everywhere we go. My deuce may not be the most pristine deuce out there. And I might not be the most beautiful woman out there. But when my deuce and I hit the road together, it is certainly a sight to remember.
My deuce and I drove out to the Primer Nationals this year and returned with a first place trophy. Proving once again that it's not about how perfect your car is, or how much money you paid for it, but rather how much raw faith you have in it. In the end, it's all about heart and soul, and that, my deuce has plenty of.