We were kids when “The Banshee” rolled into our lives. My sister, practically a baby. It was 1998 when my dad bought the 67 Chevy Camaro. It belonged to his brother, my uncle Ed.
Ed had used the car as a drag racer back in 1970, then put it away. I’m guessing with the intention of a future project that just never came to be.
So the camaro ended up in our little garage. A car cover placed over it, quickly becoming a fixed object that was a convenient place to put things.
With a young family and a business to run, it’s not all that surprising that the project stalled. Then, one day, Dad started working on it and didn’t stop. Part after part was ordered.
Grinding, sanding, welding, all kinds of rebuild noises could be heard coming from the garage. I’d go for a visit and take a tour through, to check out the progress. It was exciting to watch the car return to it’s original beauty.
This past weekend was the annual British Columbia Classic and Custom Car Show, and the Banshee made it’s debut. It was the first car show for both my dad and the car. They didn’t disappoint. The car was flawless and my dads presentation was sharp.
There was plenty of eye candy to look at, so I took my time wandering, checking out all the cool machines.
The Camaro was entered into a “Best Street Machine” category and must have sparkled just right. The car took first at the end of the weekend. I can’t say I’m surprised.
I was excited for my dad to have this experience. “The Banshee” has been around for so long that to see it out, in all it’s beauty, was rewarding. I’m proud of what he has done and to be his daughter.