Hot Rods People. They're the worst...

Everyone seems to have had an aunt that had a Rambler that was exactly like my Falcon (which still has emblems that say Falcon).

 

It would be interesting if you could find more information or even better pictures of this car, to see if it actually matches what you built.

I had my '61 Pontiac at a show some years ago when someone walked up and said, "That's Vern's car!" In my case it was true, the car did originally belong to a guy named Vern. It ended up this person had been a friend of Vern and had spent many hours riding around in the car as a young man. It was pretty cool to hear stories about the shenanigans they got into back then.

 

Well all right. The first time I entered a into a show was a Historical club,
with a survivor Tudor '24 T.
During the day I fielded comments as I could, being I was a new owner.
I found a toddler 4-5 yr old had availed himself of the nice roomy running board to rest his bottom, while waiting for the big folk to move on their way.
I snapped a picture of my guest, as the party that had sold the me the car showed up to inform me that the child should be kept from touching the the old Ford. I just smiled and greeted the p***ers-by. I still smile upon seeing the photo I took that day.
While out and about the neighborhood, one day I had to do a water check. pulling into a cul-de sac, I went about peeking into the radiator, and giving it a drink.
A young lad maybe 12 yrs old was watching, he said
"One question, where do you get a car like that?"
I directed him to the news shop and Hemmings Motor News.

 

When I was about 25, a guy we used to snowmobile with phoned my dad's mechanic shop because he knew he was into old cars. They were having a big party for his parents' 60th anniversary, and when they met and got married they had a red 62 Bel Air 4-door sedan. He was looking to surprise them by having a similar car stop by the party. The guy was wondering if my dad knew anyone who had such a car. Coincidentally I had that exact car, same shade of red too.

We stopped by the party at the requested time and the parents were thrilled, as it brought back a lot of memories, and the dad even went for a ride around the block with me. He was in his 80's and apparently talked about it for weeks afterwards. I got a thank you card in the mail a few weeks later with a nice picture of my car at the event. It was very rewarding to be able to help them reminisce.

 

MoPar? I thought you were a Ford guy!






Bones

 

We're all Ford guys in one way or another.

 

No idea who the numb nuts was that broke my outside mirror while I was in picking up "stuff" a couple of hours ago at my local Bomgaars (a sorta farm store like Tractor Supply).
It never stayed adjusted but at least it wasn't busted.

 

I "owned" ("had in my possession" would be a better description) a Ford for a few weeks once (only Ford I ever "owned'). I took it in as a partial trade on a Mopar I was selling. The people needed a car they could drive, the Ford was rusted too bad to fix. I believe it was an ******, or something like that...

Someone came by and wanted parts off of it, I sold them the entire car. I made $50 more then I gave the previous owners off the price of the Mopar.

Before I knew anything about cars, I liked Fords, but once I figured things out, I corrected that.
F = funking
O= old
R= rotten
D= Dodge
Figured I might as well just own the rotten Dodge before it turned into a Ford. (why doesn't the smiley face work?)

 

I think with all this talk...really reinforces my ideal place to be is in my garage banging on something old and crusty...

MikeC

 

A little more info than we need...










Ok, so I am a **** but...

 

I was at Costco , a guy drives up in a super super nice TR6 . He exits and heads inside , lady comes out with 2 kids and a cart full. Unloads into the SUV . One of the brats shoves the cart down the lot it goes , Bam right into the side of the TR6 . She gets in and tries to leave just as nothing happened . I fried up the old Power Wagon and blocked her . She jumps out screaming get the F out of my way , I’m busy . I told her not moving until the guy with the TR6 , returns to his car to meet you ! She jumps back in starts blowing the horn . A Costco worker comes over and asks what’s wrong . “ Your truck broken ? “ I told him what took place and I wasn’t moving for him or anyone until the owner of the TR6 returns . He says “ I’m calling the police , lookin like they are going to be needed soon !” We they arrive , took my info , set me free . No idea on the out come . But damaging of people’s property and no responsibility to repair , lites the wick on the powder keg for me .

 

.....Absolutely! Good on you for blocking the en***led P.O.S.

 

Don’t engage in communication with
folks that are not worth your time.

That includes conversation - text - PM
and social media.

You must respect an opinion
for it to bother you.

Jim

 

One of my best interactions:

I had a swamp cooler on the side of my daily car (sedan version of my avatar). Young kid, mebbe 6 years old walks up, eyes nearly falling out of his head and asks:
"Is that a rocket launcher?".

Sadly, his mum told him no before I could tell him yes Kids need to dream.

Cheers,
Harv

 

To your point... Here in Canada we have an election tomorrow. A month ago, tired of the antics of "friends" regarding the election (as well as social media wasting my time and not accomplishing things I wanted to at home), I disabled my Instagram and Facebook accounts.

I find it incredibly freeing, and have gotten a ton more done without the distraction. The unexpected benefit is that I'm not comparing to what others are doing and just doing my own thing.

Most apps, TV, entertainment, advertising, etc. are just trying to monetize your attention. If you don't give it to them you're better off.

 

And boiled potatoes with a beer.

 

Just a couple of miles from my house.
Great Pictures.

 

Well, I must be cracking up! I swear we had several conversations about FE Ford engines.




Bones

 

There are times, when a certain set of well placed words on a business card sized card, left under the wiper blade of the offender, or if even just handed to the potential offender, can say so much more than any true verbal altercation.
(Proceed with extreme caution)

I have a stack of these given to me to distribute, from the lady that runs the storage locker facility that has clearly marked parking lines.

Everyone's results may vary greatly!

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I see lack of respect as the problem, not the solution. Maybe that's just me.....

 

Wasn't me, must have been someone else. All I know about FE Ford motors were the intakes were heavy and m***ive, and you could get them in a 352ci, a 390ci or a 427ci (there may have been more options). I have a few friends that swear both, at and by, the two larger versions.

 

I never park between the lines! I always, or almost always, park dead center on the line! But I do it in the back of the parking lot!
I do this because nobody knows how to get out of cars anymore! I do this because, I know if I am setting in my vehicle and someone throws a door open and puts a ding in my door, there will probably be an *** whooping occur! Either mine or theirs!
So , now, I just park in the very back and enjoy my stroll to the store! It is also better, because I never have to look for a good parking place!





Bones

 

Yep, occasionally, I do exactly the same thing, at age 72, with extreme discretion, and a quick survey of the territory, I feel its okay, plus I can put one of those **** cards on my own window to dissuade and inform the others, that might consider me to be a "****" from my parking!
Too funny!
Thanks from Dennis.

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“Does it have air?”

 

needed some parts for my offtopic '71 chevy 1/2 ton once. It actually was factory 250 I6 with a T350 trans. It is one of two options listed on the SPID and the truck has been in my family since '72. The guy at the parts store couldn't help me when he tried to look up my brake caliper in the system because "they didn't make a 71 C10 with 250 I6 and T350 transmission". He wouldn't take my word for it, clearly the computer knows my truck better than I do. I finally had to have him change the engine to a 350 to get my brake parts.

 

Got my ‘26T roadster going, model A frame, dropped I-beam, hairpins, fenderless, steel…red oxide primer, 350/350. No show car, but real clean and sits right…So tired of “Hey mister! Nice rat rod”…..I wanna say it is not a freaking rat rod, but it is so much easier and probably better to just say “thanks”. And my favorite, having my 41 Willys coupe called a Volkswagen..

 

Sounds like nobody taught him how to think critically when the computer doesn't immediately spit out the right part number.

 

I try to be patient, as they don't know any better and just want to start a conversation, but it's hard to explain that "back in the day" they didn't make all these different models.
So when I say "40 Ford", first they say they say "they didn't make cars in '44" and then I have to repeat and say "Ford, 1940" Then they ask "what model" and I explain there was only standard/deluxe, etc.

Now trying to explain what a '60 Chevy Biscayne is...... I just say "Impala".. they understand that.

 

Yes, in all 4 tires

 

I worked a bit at a local tire shop and we had this service writer that didnt know jack **** about cars but knew it all; my supervisor and I were a bit slow so I called the shop from line 3 using our shop phone...

"In an odd voice, Yeah uh Hi, I am looking for a water pump for my 59 Volkswagen Beetle"

I was in hold for about 20 minutes...

guy comes back, "hey I cant locate any part numbers but I have calls into ...."

Before he could finish I just started busting up laughing.