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Chip Foose: “My Dad Was My Car-Builder Hero”

Builders, Culture, Featured  /   /  By Chip Foose

Chipper-2-400Sometimes people ask me how I got my start building cars. Here’s the truth: I wasn’t introduced to car culture—I was born into it.

My dad Sam ran an auto body shop by day and built hot rods on nights and weekends. He started working on cars when he was 14 and on his own, working and living out of a friend’s garage where he stayed in Santa Barbara after his family moved back to Arizona. In his day, if you didn’t have the money to get help fixing your car, you learned how to do it yourself. That’s where my take-no-prisoners work ethic started.

Walking, Talking and Drawing

By the time I was three years old, I started copying my father’s drawing—anything I could get my ‘hands on.’ Sam was an accomplished and talented artist. He could draw, fabricate, weld, and do amazing body and paint. I drew and redrew his drawings over and over.

When I was 7, my daily ritual was following my dad to the shop. At the time, my dad was working for AMT/Monogram, the plastic model car company. That was the era when a boy’s introduction to car building was working on model kits. All the cool customs and race cars of the day were replicated in 1:24 scale—with chrome, customs accessories, and detailed engines. Paint came in little glass jars or small cans of candy lacquer. My dad built full-scale cars for the model company, which were used as a reference for building these kits. So, it’s only natural that I would develop an early fascination with model kits and Hot Wheels, because they represented the full-scale cars Dad and his friends worked on.

Early Lessons

Chipper-7-400As a kid, I loved the shop environment—the fast pace of the projects and the endless stream of wild characters that came through the door. My shop duties started with sweeping floors and cleaning up, but quickly accelerated to basic design, fabrication and assembly. I would like to say I was helping in the shop, but I was probably causing more harm than good.

I’ll never forget when my dad just finished customizing and painting a candy root-beer Lamborghini Miura. After the paint was dry, my job was to take lacquer thinner on a clean rag and wipe down any overspray that was on the rubber weather-stripping and seals. I took great care to keep any of the lacquer thinner away from the paint. When I was almost finished, my mom told me it was time for lunch. (My mom’s cooking was the only thing I loved more than cars.)

Dad continued working in the shop, saying he would catch lunch later. After quickly scarfing down the grub, I returned to the shop. It took just one glance at my dad to see that something was very wrong.

“Where did you leave the lacquer rag when you stopped for lunch?” he asked sternly.

“I left it somewhere around here,” I answered.

He raised his index finger motioning for me to follow him to the freshly painted Lambo. There, wadded up on the roof was my previously lacquer soaked rag. It had dried and was now permanently fused into the beautiful paint on the roof of the car. I learned two important lessons that day: always be accountable for your actions, and how to repair custom paint.

First Paint Job

Chipper-1-400By the time I was nine years old, my dad’s shop had morphed into a collision shop because most of the custom worked dried up during the gas crunch of the era. I had continued working on my skills and was finally ready to paint on my own.

My first paint job was a damaged hood from a 1960s VW bug—a project that would test my skills in dent repair and custom paint. I spent days massaging, hammering, and shaping the hood back to its original form, and then applied multiple layers of custom pearlescent white paint. I laid out a flame pattern in the inset panel on each side, and proceeded to mask off and apply a series of custom candy colors of various hues. After the paint dried I spent two more days color sanding and rubbing the hood to a glorious finish. It was beautiful, and I was proud of my efforts.

I carefully carried it across the shop to show my Dad and get the final inspection from the master. My dad carefully examined all my work, viewing it from various angles and running is hand over the glass-like surface. Suddenly the planishing hammer he held in his hand struck the dead center of the panel. “Now I can teach you how to fix it,” he said without emotion. That hood was the basis of almost all of the skills I learned from my dad in metal and custom paint repair, and I am eternally grateful.

While my dad will always be my number one car-building hero, I also have to give props to Alex Tremulis. He was one of the most influential frequent visitors to my dad’s shop. Alex had a stellar career as the head designer at Auburn Duisenberg. He designed the Tucker, and managed the Ford Thunderbird Studio. Alex collaborated on projects with my father, and brought in his designs for fabrication. When I first looked at his drawings and scale models, I knew exactly I wanted to do with my life: design and build cars like Alex he did. In fact, Alex guided me and encouraged me to go to the Art Center School of Design in Pasadena. At the ripe age of 12, I knew exactly where I would attend college, and Alex wrote my recommendation later. My course was set.

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  1. Leo Blais September 7, 2015 at 5:51 pm Reply

    Hi Chip a huge fan of your work.. Insane amount of talent – I wish I had a tenth of yours.. I am a car guy, I by the was am only 2nd in my wife’s fav. builders – She talks about you more than I..

  2. daniel valenzuela September 10, 2015 at 11:20 pm Reply

    I too wanted had planned to go to the Art Center and wanted to be a automotive designer after watching a special on a John Deloreon. I ended up going to sdsu instead .I’m now a couselor…..oh well…..still vey involved in building off road cars . Some of your staff a. On over hauling worked for Robby Gordon. The truck we raced was an ex Robby truck so so Rodger and this vegetarian dude would always come and help pit in BAJA, GREAT TIMES!….DANIEL VALENZUELA….

  3. George September 11, 2015 at 2:04 pm Reply

    You bring a great deal of joy to countless people, thank you!

    • BRAD mCmULLEN September 11, 2015 at 2:51 pm Reply

      love your shoe, your dad would be so proud of you. have you seen my emaik about the 67 impala convertable. needs your talant.

  4. Bill Greenwood September 11, 2015 at 4:38 pm Reply

    Chip if I ever have the money for a custom car I am coming to see you love your work . Wish you still did your old TV show and I had a car and story you could have done for me. Keep it up.

  5. Dave Burridge December 13, 2015 at 7:54 pm Reply

    I still remember the first time my dad brought me to your dad’s shop, Project Design, at the SB airport. And there was a wild 1970’s corvette that received the full treatment…door handles were gone, and your dad showed me the button to open the doors behind the B-Pillar. Then I remember going into your room when you were just a kid and there were your drawings all over the walls that looked like they were done by a seasoned professional car designer…you were probably about 12!

  6. Robin December 14, 2015 at 1:30 am Reply

    In 2010 i missed meeting you outside workshop by 3 minutes it would have been a dream come true thanks for all the great things you do

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