The first EXOTIC car I ever worked on was by accident ,I was 13 shooting bow and arrow in my friends back yard in a city south of Boston,when in the parking lot behind the fence I heard wrenches hitting the cement floor."ping"
The lot was run by an old disgruntled man that was over there on occations,and always was yelling at us to keep out or hed call the cops.
Well my arrow went thru the fence and I didnt want the old man to find it and I was very curious about those sounds of wrenches falling.
So I pop over the fence grabbed my arrow and walked towards the sound.
I peeked around the door ready to bolt..at any second, and as I looked around the dark green faded wooded door,I saw on the floor a bundle of blueish chromed exhaust..never seen it but new it was exhaust pipes, looked around the door more and I saw the very very wide rear tires of a FORD GT 40 !!!
One guy was under the gearbox/engine the other guy was sitting one the other tire car was jacked up in the air.as he worked he was setting a wrench on the other tire and it would slip off and ping of the floor. Well that was my chance I ran up picked up the wrench and handed it to him.Hey cool car...what is it.
Hey kid thanks whats your name ,George I said ,do you mind if I help and watch.No just becarefull and dont hurt yourself.Seems these two were from NYC and were driving this white with blue striped GT to the cape, when the engine had such trouble they had to replace it so they shipped the original engine back to NYC and got a engine from a local salvage yard to continue there trip.
Thats when I found them just beginning the swap.Well for three days Id run hope from school and help those two guys handing wrenches asking thousands of questions,and drinking thier "pop" as they called it, I call it soda, till the sad day the GT40 was back together.
Well the last day ,day four I ran up to help and I heard the heart pounding sound of those bundled exhaust make and it filled the lot with such a muscular sound..Man was it cool.As it back out of the garage very slowly not to rip the very low bottom of the car. Neighborhood kids started to gather across the street..they two knew the old man that owned the lot and kept there distance, I was along the GT walking with pride as they slowly treked out the lot and nosed onto the street.
I stuck my hand thru the little half slidng plexiglass window and shook joes hand and ran around to the driver and shook chucks hand and they told me thanks I was a big help and good luck ...I said the same thing back to them. As chuck stabbed the throttle and filled the street with that sound as the wide low white car rolled onto the street I watched it as the neighbor hood kids, ran up to me, started the questions ..hey man what is that ,cool car man,what is it? They all were asking randomly as excited as I,first had been, but now I had cool reserve, as i watched the Ford GT40 burble and churn and growl over one small hill under the road on over the next and was then out of sight .
I turned to the kids and said That ...That was a Ford GT 40.and as they wander back to whereever they had came from ..I walked home half sad, half still very excited about the whole experience .I said to myself Thats what I want to do when I get older! Funny how thinks as kid change your life.