Projects Rickybop's 1931 Plymouth 3W Business Coupe build

Goat milk and goat feed will be your best friends.

 

Thanks, @SS327
We've done this a number of times.
She's doing great. She's on her feet and coming to the bottle on her own now.
Judy named her Darling.

 

But as soon as she can hold a wrench...

 

Hey Rick, say hi to Judy for me.

 

Thanks Steve.
I did. She said, "Hi back. Say hi to your dear Sandy. I think of you guys. I do.

 

Oh Deer! HRP

 

LOL Whadda ya mean, Danny?

 

Part time homestead rancher, part time hot rodder & part time Doctor Dolittle at the hot rod zoo. HRP

 

Poor communication on my part, I was telling you the measurement on the Plymouth headlights which are 9 5/16"

The part I seemed to omit is the Model A headlight lens but only entered the measurement of 11 1/2", Hopefully that clears everything up. HRP

 

BTW, I was over at my friend Rene's home last week (Rene was my long time friend the committed suicide a couple of years ago and was a huge collector) talking to his son and buying some parts, I remember asking you did you have a radiator ornament and saw one in a glass case in the living room, I ask him if it was for sale and he said it was , if you ever decide you can't live without one let me know. HRP

 

Thanks, Danny.

 

Wow, nice rad-top. What is it from, & ~yr?
Marcus...

 

Fits my car, Marcus.
1931 Plymouth

She definitely has a way about her.

 

Oh yeah... 1932 also.

 

Thank you. Never saw one before, at least what I can remember.
That one has very nice lines. : ) .
Marcus...

 

Hah...
Very funny, Benny... and girlfriend.

 

Hey Ricky, ya know I've gotta comment....like...
"chickens coupe?"
"getting your eggs in a row?"
"why'd the chicken cross the garage?"
"good cluck with the project"

I got a million of 'em.

 

Or the old standby...
"Coupes are for chickens."

 

Are any of them any good...???

 

- Jimmy Jack Durante

 

Naw, I would have posted more but I chickened out...they were all pretty much for the birds.

 

Your eggsamples were all fowl.......

 

You bunch of bum nuts.

 

A chicken farmer walks into a bar, sits down next to a woman and orders a glass of champagne.

The woman perks up and says, “How about that? I just ordered a glass of champagne, too!”

“What a coincidence,” the farmer replies. “This is a special day for me; I'm celebrating.”

“This is a special day for me too, I am also celebrating,” says the woman.

“What a coincidence!” says the farmer. As they clink glasses, he adds, “What are you celebrating?”

“My husband and I have been trying to have a child, and today my gynecologist told me that I'm pregnant!”

“What a coincidence!” says the man. “I’m a chicken farmer, and for years all of my hens were infertile, but today they are all laying fertilized eggs.”

“That’s great!” says the woman, “How did your chickens become fertile?”

“I got me a different cock,” he replies.

The woman smiles, clinks his glass and says...
“What a coincidence!”

 

Same farmer.
Same rooster.

The farmer's new rooster is screwing everything in sight. Wore the chickens right out. Went after the pigs, cows, knot-holes in the barn wall... not good. Farmer tries to catch him. Rooster's trying to screw him. Farmer finally gives up, thinking the rooster will likely die from overexertion.

Next morning, he hears no commotion in the barnyard. He sees vultures circling. Figures the rooster is already dead. Goes out there and looks over the barnyard fence and sure enough, there's the rooster laying on the ground. Farmer starts addressing the dead rooster...
"Just couldn't control yourself, could you! Big Mr. Cockmaster. Now look what you've done to yourself!"
The rooster opens one eye, looks up at the farmer, points to the sky and whispers...
"Shhhhhh... keep it down... they're gettin' ready to land.