Mine was done by my first stepdad. The car, my '56. When he did it it was mom's car and I was around 8. Now it looked cool, but it made the rear quarter panels completely non-stock. He flared them. He did a great job. They were uniform. I was 15 and mom said she was giving the car to me. My older brother got wind of this and mom was out of town for the weekend. We threw a party at the house and my brother with a car-full of his buddies took the '56 out for a joyride. At the time it had a 350 from a '76 K10, a really good engine, and a 4-speed Saginaw
. Brother and buddies were thrashing the car, and then started going around the lake south of town, and each speed bump he was spinning the tires. Well, he only got to the second one, because he spun the tires so fast it got a little airborne off the speed bump and when the spinning tire caught pavement
, the right rear tire sheared off all five studs. Now the right rear quarter panel was scrunched up from the impact to the pavement. The tow truck driver, knowing mom was out of town, left the car on the tow truck and parked it right next to the highway in front of the shop so she saw it while driving home. Brother was in deep **** and he knew it.
When I was 17, the engine had been rebuilt and a TH400 was placed behind the engine. I had to make an emergency trip to the hospital an hour north, so mom drove me. I gave the keys to my brother and asked him to drive it home. I went to drive it a couple days later and it was running like crap. Pop, mom's husband to be a couple years later, and a mechanic said it almost dropped a cylinder. He was able to get it back running right, and needless to say my brother will never get to drive another vehicle of mine.