With dad working as an auto body man, the 32 eventually became a candy apple red color. And if you knew my dad, there was never just a straight factory made color on his car. He had layered the “House of Color” Candy Apple Red with undertones of multiple colors and the car came out to be like a Bing cherry color. And guess who got to help wet sand that candy apple paint… Dad and I would walk around at rod runs and he would show me where a car had had body work done. I learned to see the smallest imperfections and till this day it bugs me have a mark on my everyday car. Eventually dad and his brother, Greg Benner, acquired the auto body shop the dad had worked in for many years and named the shop, Brother’s Auto Body. Greg had a Studebaker that was a lot like the first car Mom and Dad had when they got married. I remember Greg working on the “Stude” in the garage below our apartment when Mom and I heard a loud noise from below. We came running downstairs and there was Dad strong arming the Stude and lifting it off of Greg. You know how you hear about the stories of adrenaline kicking in. Well I saw it in living color that day! After dad knew Greg was ok, he tore into him about not having the car jacked up properly.
That 32 Ford started its life with our family with the two toned purple outside and black rolled and pleated vinyl seats and evolved into the unique candy apple red outside with a grey plush interior. The third time the 32 was painted; it again, was a specialized formula of the candy apple red with graphics on the side.
Now somewhere in there, the yellow “Bopper” came along as the next project fully loaded with bright green neon lights to accent the lime green scallops on the fat –fendered, customized 48 Buick. Of course, there were other projects started around the garage as it became larger to hold all the started projects! At one time, Mom and Dad owned 14 cars at one time.
As a kid in the Dapp family, there was never a dull moment. I had go carts, mini bikes and the fun of riding dad’s motorcycles. We lived on a farmette type property beside my Grandma and Pap. There was always something going on there such as the time when the throttle stuck on the go cart and Dad and Greg had to chase me around the yard in the dirt track we had made. I was probably about ten years old when the gas pedal had stuck.
Dad and Greg were running after me yelling at me to push the brake. I was half crying and pushing that brake pedal as hard as I could but that go cart kept going. They finally caught me and pulled the spark plug wire to shut it down. Dad also brought me this used mini bike that needed work. He was always able to fix things and I found out later in life that having the ability to understand how things work is not always hard wired in everyone! Anyhow, there was a time that we had everyone 
out in the yard taking turns riding the multi colored yellow mini bike. You see there was an Amish man’s corn field connected to our yard. So the ornery kids that Dad, Greg and I were, took that mini bike out through the corn field a hellin’ while the corn stalk leaves slapped in the face so hard that you could hardly see, laughing all the way.
