I've always liked the road less traveled, getting off the beaten path and seeing where it takes me. This is especially true in my choice of cars. Most new dads buy a minivan or a SUV, something reliable. I bought a 50 year old muscle car with bad brakes and no seat belts. Does that make me a bad father? I don't think so. In the next few months I'll be fixing what's broken, adding what's missing, and tuning it to Honda levels of dependability. But instead of a Honda, my daughter will grow up with an American icon—riding in it, tooling on it, and helping keep the carbureted V8 tradition alive while everyone else gets ferried around in self-driving electric cars. And i get to pretend I'm Steve McQueen.
Check back in for new pics and videos as I restore this old girl to her former glory.