Hey there is somebody listening, wow, I've had such a bad life I thought no one would ever listen to me. I'm special, or so everyone tells me, I don't feel so special. I'm a 1955 Chevy Nomad, a special sport stationwagon. I was built in Baltimore Maryland VC55B108000. The first year for the V8 [sic] my 162 Horse Power Turbo-Fire 283 V8, the first year for my 12 volt electrical system, the first year for the vinyl interior, the first year for my Anti Dive braking system, the first year for me, the Nomad, and a whole new look. Nice shiny and new I sat in the Showroom of of this New York Chevy Dealer, where like every car, I waited for sombody to finaly like me; and that is where my family found me.
I thought things would be great, but days proved to be cold and wet, and worse every time they would drive me, everywhere we would go, there was always that horrible salt burning from inside of my steal skin. Oh that stuff hurt, burning holes clean through me. I was still suppose to be a new car the first time they took this old Chevy Nomad into the Body Shop to have my holes patched. I may have looked like a new Chevy again, but I sure didn't feel like a new Chevy any more, having these big clogs of papertowels stuffed in my holes and covered with putty and paint. More salt, more rust and most those horrible stuffed patches finally fell out. Small constellation as my holes were now larger and it was back to another Body Shop. It would be a third Body Shop before someone finally put some new steel in this old Chevy. Ohhh, and it felt so good for, if only for a moment, as that horrible salt only ate that away too.
Then as if to add insult to injury, my family had a little girl, well she grew up in the back seat of this old Chevy Nomad, but that is beside the point. Do you know what it is like to have your nice vinyl seats constantly peed on. But no that was not enough, she had to have a baby doll that would pee too, She single handedly, or is that single bladeredly peed my seats into just nasty. She peed so much as to make that spot under my seat rot almost as bad as the salt rotted this old Chevy.
That was it, by time she finally quit peeing my body was all rotted out again, rotted so bad that rain even came through my roof dripping on my back seats. My leaky roof helped clean up some of the pee from my seats but it was too late, my family parked this Chevy in that back yard, and bought a shiny new Chevy.
It wasn't long untill the nice shiny new Chevy was sitting beside me in the back yard, only I found out it was because she was getting my engine, because she already blew hers. Something about that just wasn't fare, I was so dependable, yet here I lay, while she gets to go out and drive around with my good Chevy engine.
As I slowly became part of the ground, that little girl grew up and talked my family into selling me. Not much left of this old
Chevy Nomad, but I had a clear title, and I was a 1955 Chevy Nomad after all.
This Doctor in Nevada bought me, a nice guy, but wow was it hot, even all that rust in me tried to curl up and hide. And that is where I meat jb, Scary Garry, and Jason. jb was to be my new body man, even though he always teased Dock that he was building a Chevy Nomad around a title. I just hoped Scary Garry wasn't going to work on me, but Dock and jb assured me that Scary was ok, and I would benefit when I got my turn under his wrench.
Then in rolls a whole nuther 55
Chevy, I remember her, she was rolling through the Chevy Plant a few lines down from me, off to be a Movie Star she was. It turns out that her demise was to be used in a stunt where Hollywood needed a 55 Chevy They had mounted a camera up under her fender to shoot through her headlight, then rolled her several times till all that was left of her was the floorboards and frame she had left for me. She too had been a family
car, a 1955 Chevy four door sedan. It is sad what happened to her, all for entertainment, but at least now I am together with a friend.
Dock bought me a
Corvette drivetrain, and a handful of new parts, but he bashed this girls hopes out when he took his life.
Now I sit in limbo, just a hull of a 55
Chevy Nomad, sitting on a trailer, where not even jb can tell me what is going to happen to me. Am I to be sold, will my new owner listen to me, will I be special again, or will I just be junked. jb promises to try to buy me, or at least try to still fix me if he can, but my fate is in the hands of an Estate Attorney.
Nomad meats Jasmine
My beautiful
Corvette drivetrain is gone, the Estate decided to liquidate her separate of me. And worse the apprisers recommended they just scrap me. jb still stood for me though, and even dragged me along to his new shop. He has even fixed me a little, well just putty, not all the nice new parts Dock promised me, but at least I'm getting pretty enough that someone will take interest in really fixing me. A girl never likes to hear that she is just junk, and is glad someone still cares. But I have learned jb is a bad boy, he keeps getting girls to drape themselves naked all over me. Boy, I havent seen that much attention since, well maybe a little back seat bingo that begot that brat that peed all over my seats.
Nomad gets 2 Girls!
Still not happy with all the mud in me but a little dash of paint sure makes a girl feel better.
I'm becoming pretty again. jb has been putting this old girl back together in his spare time, not fully as he knows I only have to come back apart again, but just enough so someone can see all of the parts I have, in hopes that someone will see hope in me. But hey, another day spent as something other then a dog food can, that is a happy day. Mud or not, sometimes a girl has got to take what she can get. And who's complaining, certainly not me! I have a pretty red dash board again!
Rat Rod, someone just called me a Rat Rod, what's a Rat Rod? A junky
Hot Rod that someone likes. Junky, hey... um.. hold it, did I hear "likes". Hey I'll be a Rat Rod if someone will like me again. I'm old anyhow, not that young beauty that everyone once liked. Rat Rod, Dog Food cans, Rat Rod, Dog Food cans, ohhh Honey, watch me shake that thing, I'm a Rat Rod! Wa-Hoo!
Big Bad Mr Post, he get's all that nice shiny new metal.
I sat beside of him forever listening to him brag about his Drag Racing days, and him calling me calling me Miss Piss Pot. Mr Post and his special frame, he use to have this Big Block
Olds engine long before
Chevy had a Big Block. I admit he was something, owd to have been that treasured. But don't ever tell him that there is even a smidgen of envy, yikes would I never live that down. Anyhow, jb tells me he just made the deal to fix old Mr Post for me. I'm saved!
I don't know whether to cry or cheer. Someone stole most of my parts from Dock's Estate. But I have doors again, no hinges, but doors; and I have my hatch back too. jb even made me a patch panel to fix that gaping hole in my side, hey I just got some new steel, I'm whole again, well atleast one side of me is. And jb tells me I'm to become the new Shop Truck, Wortle, the 84 Ranger will be retired, and sold for me. I'll still be a Rat Rod, but I'll have to do a lot of work around here to earn my keep.
