May 2016

The Replacement Sometimes good comes from bad, as evidenced by this stunning ’55 Two-Ten. As a teenager growing up, I was always around cars. My daddy was a car salesman and one of my uncles ran a junkyard. Through the years, I had a ’56, ’57, and ’58 Chevy. I always wanted a ’55, but never had one. When I retired in 2010, I sort of got serious in my desire to have a ’55 Chevy. I was at a car show with my ’36 Chevy street rod one day where I met a man who was driving a nice