A message from Dr.Mattastic:

I'm the awkward, gangly teen in the middle
Pops bought this project for my brother Brian and I. When we 1st got it, it was a gorgeous hew of olive green (or puke green – beauty is in the eye of the beholder) and had a proud stripe of plastic wood laminate stretching along either side. There were rusty body rot holes the size of prize winning pumpkins and the engine ran like a run down has-been rock star. After the 3 of us gave it a powerful sanding, some sheet metal patching, and a thousand gallons of Bondo, it was ready for it’s Trans-Am orange paint job. A few blown engines later we traded it for a 64 Corvair and an 82 Wagoneer. Fishing with dad is cool, restoring a car with dad is cooler.















