T he car: 1980 Corvette
The owner: Bob and Becky Anderson, Merced
1. What are the key features of your vehicle? It’s fun to drive.
2. What did you have to do to get it in its present state? It went through a complete restoration: motor, paint, upholstery – a more-or-less tires-up restoration that took about a year with the help of a good friend, James Lawson.
3. What else do you want to do to it? It’s done.
4. How did you acquire your vehicle? I bought the car unrestored from a friend of my daughter. The original owner had died and a friend of my daughter bought the car to restore, but then decided not to and asked me if I was interested, and that was that.
5. Why did you pick that particular vehicle and what do you find appealing about it? I have always loved the Corvettes; it’s a fun car to drive and very fast with the motor I put in it.
6. What started your love affair with cars? I bought my first car, a 1946 Ford, when I was 11 years old with money from work I did on a ranch in Snelling, mowing lawns and working for neighbors. I just liked the challenge of playing with and working on them. At 14, I bought a 1951 Chevy and restored it to hot rod status, and drove it through my junior year in high school when a 1958 Plymouth came along.
7. What advice would you give others about starting such a project? It takes a lot of time and patience to restore a car, not counting the cost that is always more than you think it’s going to be. You need to just take your time and get a parts list made and get those parts before you start. Ask questions and don’t give up.
8. Do you have any other collector vehicles or project cars? Yes. I have six cars and a boat. I have a 1964 Chevy Impala; 1972, 1974 and two 1981 Corvettes; and a 1975 jet boat.
9. What is your favorite memory about this ride? I have a lot of memories from a lot of cars, but the one that stands out about this car is a two-week trip north on Highway 1 through four states with my wife, Becky. We had a great time and covered lots of miles. The car ran great. We spent one night in Florence, Ore., and when I came out of our room, there were at least seven or eight people standing around the car. I thought the car had been run into, but they were just admiring it. And this was after three days of road dirt and bugs.