Worldkustom 2015 April English | Page 39

Open the doors to this 58 and 1958 welcomes you in with an a new car smell. The interior is in mint condition. The feel of the leather, the perfect chrome trim, the touch of the steering wheel with the Impala’s Instrument cluster staring you in the face. Lost in 1958 I was completely overwhelmed with the preservation of the interior. Thomas then drops open the glove box. Inside lays the cars documents, untouched just as the car was he carefully places them back in.

The keys swaying in the ignition as Thomas climbs out of the passenger seat and into the driver seat. Hypnotized by the grandfather clock like movement, I watched

the keys movement in the reflection. Interrupted by Thomas’s hand, with a twist of his wrist I snapped back to reality.

Should we take it for a test drive? Before he even finished I was already in the soft arms of the 58’s bench seat. Soaking in the cars sensation, I suddenly look over. Thomas rolling steady drops a gear, like a dormant volcano the big block awakens with an eruption. The pedal suffocating the carpet, and landscape flying by Thomas lets off the gas. Surfing through the country roads I’m truly lost is the experience. The Impala effortlessly makes it’s way up a long straight road. My eyes staring out beyond the long hood at the road ahead and I see no end. The trees and road become one, spilling into the horizon. There was no need for a conversation. For us car guys the open road and the right car is all we need. The road and car do all the talking. At this point I’m almost in tears over the scenary. A quick spin around the block will surely be with me for life. Music now flooded the car, echoing across the acosit back window.