I have some good memories of Jim. We used to clown around a lot with him in woodshop and in auto shop. He was a mature and very likeable guy. He is missed.
Jim drove his blue 67 camaro and me, a white 59 Chevrolet Brookwook wagon when we started driving. We upgraded to GTO's, him 64 with triple duces, mine a 65, that damn near killed me. Man we worked on those cars together alot. Jim dad, Sccdro or Skeeter, would let us use his tools and garage. Jim had a great relationship with him. They really were great gear heads to grow up with.
Jim and I cruzed First Street many weekend nights together. Will never forget the night I talked him into uncapping his hedders and taking a run through the strip one Friday night. He made it from end to end, engine back fires and rapping rikoshaying off the buildings as he revved up the engine at the stop lights.
At Kinny Shoes it was my turn. I hopped in, went a few blocks and got pulled over and ticketed. I never had such a great joy getting pulled from a vehicle by Johnny law.
Jim was kind to all he met and didn't have an evil bone in him, he had many friends. I had a few years where when were close. I always wanted him to visit my Automotive Repair Business, he would have been proud.
Thanks for the memories JIm, drive on brother.....
Robert Green
I have some good memories of Jim. We used to clown around a lot with him in woodshop and in auto shop. He was a mature and very likeable guy. He is missed.
Peter Schimmelfennig
Jim drove his blue 67 camaro and me, a white 59 Chevrolet Brookwook wagon when we started driving. We upgraded to GTO's, him 64 with triple duces, mine a 65, that damn near killed me. Man we worked on those cars together alot. Jim dad, Sccdro or Skeeter, would let us use his tools and garage. Jim had a great relationship with him. They really were great gear heads to grow up with.
Jim and I cruzed First Street many weekend nights together. Will never forget the night I talked him into uncapping his hedders and taking a run through the strip one Friday night. He made it from end to end, engine back fires and rapping rikoshaying off the buildings as he revved up the engine at the stop lights.
At Kinny Shoes it was my turn. I hopped in, went a few blocks and got pulled over and ticketed. I never had such a great joy getting pulled from a vehicle by Johnny law.
Jim was kind to all he met and didn't have an evil bone in him, he had many friends. I had a few years where when were close. I always wanted him to visit my Automotive Repair Business, he would have been proud.
Thanks for the memories JIm, drive on brother.....