1955 Ford Thunderbird: My Daddy-O's Baby 'Bird
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My Dad had a black '56 Thunderbird that he purchased in the early '60's. Shortly thereafter, my Dad married my Mom and took on 3 little ones. The 'Bird went by the wayside for years. But, my Dad just could not part with the old girl. It followed him around as he moved through his life, never to be registered again. It lived out its days next to the garage. My Dad was determined that someday he was going to restore her... someday. But, a wife, two houses, and five kids later, my aging father finally came to the realization that his resto project was just never going to happen. Several years ago, he purchased a wrecked white '55 'Bird (aka "The Colonel")and had it put back together. The shoddy restoration that my Dad had a friend do just was not up to par and it was never put on the road, mostly because of a twisted frame issue.
Then, this summer, "Lily Malone" came into the picture. Bright turquoise and feisty as they come, this '55 Thunderbird came into my Dad's life. The black 'Bird and the white 'Bird were traded in on this beautiful car, and my 69 year old Dad FINALLY has his road-ready Baby 'Bird.
"Lily" is Hell On Wheels. I hopped into the driver's seat and Dad said to me, "Get her up to about 55, then just give'er hell! See how much she still has to give!" He wasn't kidding! Heading down the road at 55 mph, I stomped her to the floor and we took off like a bullet!
This car is absolutely GORGEOUS. It'll about give you whiplash when you take off if you ask it to. It's a little tough for the "old man" to get in and out of, but once he's in there, he's happy as a lark and who needs comfort when you have such a fun set of wheels anyway?! This car is 55 years old and she's still a fire cracker.
My Dad has done his share of being responsible and carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Now that he's retired and in his golden years, he can finally be free as a 'Bird. And I'll tell ya something. There is NOTHING that makes my heart swell as much as seeing my Dad--white t-shirt, hair buzzed, blue jeans on--roaring down the road in his ultimate car.
The 1955 Ford Thunderbird is definitely worthy of being considered a dream car, and for some people, that dream car can become a reality. I'm just so very, very happy that my Daddy-O is one of those very lucky people. Such a beautiful thing couldn't have happened to a better, more deserving person. :)
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