recovery plan. There, he will not be dismissed. On the contrary, brothers Böhrlin take him seriously and also seems amused by the commission. Billa and friends know shops and cuts trees, and at the agreed time the mighty ten ton truck slowly and carefully winches up the Pontiac on the road and drives it home to Billa’s parents’ lot in the middle of the town. On the clean gravel in front of the house, Mr and Mrs Billström now has a rusty junk car with broken windows smelling ditch. The father calmly sucking on his pipe.
Fall comes but there will be no girl-pick-ups in the car and Caj-Åke and Benka find more attractive alternatives. Lasse and Billa press on with the plumber firms gas welding equipment all winter but when the summer of 1976 comes, the car is not even half finished. Billa buys out Lasse. Now he owns the car. There will be the summer of 1977. The magazine SE sells single copies by stereotypical image of the greasers. In Härnösand, the gathering place for greasers’ are simply called The Meeting, a parking lot in the middle of town but no Pontiac 56 shows up this year either. Billa goes into the service and get tips on where a parts car with nice windows and front is resting in the grass.
It’s in Hammarstrand about 100 miles away. He gets it for 350 crowns. (40 bucks). An old tired tipper doing 40 m/h are used. The extended taxi is winched on the bed. Late home the driver only raises the bed and tippes it off with a bang on the slopes. The windows held. After that a slant six with manual gearbox out of a Chevrolet 55 is bought from neighbor city, Sundsvall.
The Chevrolet 1955 in Sundsvall who was chopped and painted purple donated the motor and box to Härnösand. Still spinning without any work done to it. At the Billströms the garage is still occupied. One year to go and driving license will come for Billa in 1978 as well as all sorts of Valiant cars and Dodge Darts. The father notes and sucks on his pipe.
-One Valiant 1967 I had was so wasted that I always had two cleaned spark plugs in my pocket. I switched the spark plugs on cylinder one and five each morning, remembered the gear head.
1979 is here. At The Meeting people are talking about the cars of the city.
No, it was apparently never anything with that Pontiac. It was a crazy idea from the start, they discussed.
Maybe turn to bet a fiver that it never again will roll on the street. A year later, in 1980, meat the undersigned Anders “Billa” Billström for the first time. He sat in a white, stylish, two-door Valiant with red interior and chrome rims.