It all started somewhere around 1961 when in my 17th year the car bug struck as it does all 16-year-old boys. Under the influence of my best friend who drove a Henry J, I went in search of a car equally as cool. Another friend from high school had given me an Oldsmobile V8 that needed a home. I found a 1953 Allstate a few miles from my home in Phoenix that didn't run for a whopping $65. I really didn't care that it didn't run because I had a "spare" Olds engine. I finally got the car home in the drive way, my dad took one look at the car and one look at the engine and proclaimed there would be no marriage - end of subject! What was I to do? I bought a Motor's Auto Repair Manual and learned about engines. A head gasket later and I was driving my own car! It only had half as many cylinders as my original plan, but I wasn't walking. I don't have any pictures of my first love, but a few years later in '67 or so I happened upon another deal of a lifetime. A 1953 Henry J for $125 - and it ran!! These are the only pictures I have of the beauty. |