This is a combo car/shop "Hmmmm..." story. My father-in-law passed away from a massive aneurism (?) about 6 years ago (at age 60 yrs) while cutting some alfalfa, RIP Chief. Anyway, the shop I now build in and play with my race cars/rods in is the same shop he and his brother built from the ground up in the early sixties, and subsequently built (circle-track) race cars out of for almost 30 years. Before he passed away I had him almost crossed over to my drag racing realm (I had taken him to a couple of nostalgia drags, and he was like a little kid-he was a lifelong roundy round guy until I showed up), and he really liked when I brought one of my then current drag cars over and did some work on it. Post his departing I sold my drag car, and another project drag car in an attempt to help keep my mother-in-law from losing their property (all for naught as we now rent from another farmer). Long story short, I was without any "therapeutic" toys until last year when I finally had enough surplus green to buy my '39 Desoto project, that has been where the strange has happened off and on in the past year. One night earlier this year, my wife woke me up at 2 A.M. and said I had left a light on in the shop, I said no way, and she said look outside for yourself. I looked outside and it looked like someone was in the shop walking around (a shadow reflecting against the fiberglass roll-up). Since we have "guard" dogs right next to the shop, I figured it was my brother-in-law grabbing some last minute race parts and told her so (no alarm went off either). The next morning my wife asked her mom what her brother was doing in the shop so late..., she said he had left for Indiania... the day before. I immediately went out and opened up the shop, and found an air hose unrolled, my drop light was on underneath the Desoto, and there were items I had placed on the work bench now laying on the floor mat as if they had been knocked over while reaching for some of my tools. There was no break-in, and nothing was missing. Still more strange was that prior night I had been trying to break free some rusted up bolts on the front-end (with usual %$#*!), and was planning to use a victor wrench to set 'em free. I grabbed a wrench the following night for one last shot, and they backed right off, and I mean right off. Thanks Chief.
When I was in high school I bought a very dilapidated red & white 58 Plymouth Fury 2 door hardtop. You know the rest of the story
http://www.jalopyjournal.com/forum/showthread.php?t=404262&page=2 i have a good one and its absolutely true- a friend asked me to help his brother out by finishing his 33 vicky kit car he had purchased new. all that had been done was the frame was painted and the engine bolted in and body set in place. now his brother was pretty sick and was affraid he would not get the car driving before he was to sick to drive. so i decided to help by getting this car at least drivable for him. finally got to the point of starting the car--- engine knocked, no oil pressure. my buddy bought another engine for his brother, i installed eng when switching the distributer found the oil pump shaft missing.now mind you the first engine came out of his daily driver. the car was now driving. he drove the car all that summer and got sicker that winter and died. a few years had past when i got a visit from the wife of the guy who passed away. she needed money and wanted me to buy the vicky. we agreed on a price and i bought the car. towed the car home, it had been sitting under a tree since shortly after he had passed. i figured something was wrong with it but the price was right so it didnt matter. well i started the car and the engine knocked - so i bought a junk yard engine and put in it - drove it that weekend to a car show and parade - the trans went out. towed to my shop - replaced trans w/rebuilt. next time i drove car - engine started knocking. by now i'm done with this car. i put the car for sale - as is - a friend bought car from me if i would replace engine - i told him to supply eng because this car is haunted and dont like me. so i installed engine for him and he took the car on about a 75 to 100 mile cruise. brought car back and said engine started knocking. i told him he bought the engine and not my fault - but being the nice guy i am - if he brought another engine i would install for free. he did and i did. as he was shipping to his hawaii home following week. needless to say - he drove the car about 75 miles to port for shipping and called me it started knocking when he got to the port. he shipped the car and repaired over there and drove to a car show on the island about 5 miles from his house - he called and said the trans went out and dumped all the fluid out at the run. now if you have been keeping count -- i think it was 5 engines - 3 trannys - 4 owners - and if i were to make an honest guess - i would say this car did not get a total of 500 miles since my buddys brother passed- i really dont think he wants anyone else driving his car. now to let you know - i repair cars for a living in a commercial shop. there was nothing wrong with any of those engines or trannys when they left my shop. i stayed awake a few nights over that car. __________________ if it dont go - chrome it - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OiPTcFU3W60
Heres the story of a firetruck that belongs to a guy I met here on the hamb.(ALF Doc) Its an old American LaFrance Laddertruck that he got that had burnt up. The story that he told me was that the previous owner drove it in parades and one day after driving it in 2 parades he parked it in his barn where it caught fire a while later. it was a gas / carb fire, but....Supposedly the wiring melted together and the starter started cranking while the truck was left in gear. This truck wound up driving itself out of the barn where it would of burnt down the barn and effectivly burnt up itself. Now I know this is possible, but I belive that rig verywell may have moved itself to save itself or the owners barn which was the mans livelyhood. What better a vehicle to play the hero than a H.a.m.b. friendly firetruck??? Now i've had some experiences with old cars, including my burned up 60 cadillac, but I don't think i'll mention them here, but If anyone knows the history of an old 60 caddy known as "white lightning" please p.m. me and let me know....
I went into a salvage yard a few weeks ago and walk around the corner and there was a goat standing on a 80s model crown vic , OH I see ghost not goat my bad
dont know about haunted, but i found an old note book in the glove box of my minor. The note book was full of lists of words, on one of the final pages was this when i first found it i froze and thought to myself - why is there a picture of me in here (although a very pissed off looking me). The car also wont start if anyone else is in there. As soon as they get out it fires right up
I had a 1956 Plymouth that I loved more than anything ..... I loved this car because my grandfather and grandmother gave it to me when I turned 16...Well driving home one night when while I lived in Colorado ....I was coming home from a Wayne Hancock show....I saw someone in the rear view looked like a shadow/ lady sharped in my car.... I pulled the F@@@@ over and got as cup of coffee .....After I smoked like 20 butts(and changed my pants) I got back in the car headed back to the Springs .....When I got home it was like 3 in the morning I was greeted at the door by my wife who crying ...... All she said is "Chris your grandmother passed around 1:30am this morning .I'm sorry honey I tried you on your cell phone".....She had battled cancer for like 3 years(Grandfather by her side everyday).... I guess the part that freaked me out is when I got the coffee I had used my credit card ... I looked at the slip from 7-11 it it said 1:35am I was in the car when my grandmother passed...... They were married 53 years and were into Rods and Rockabilly their whole lives...... I really believe my grandmother was watching over me or just saying goodbye..... They were living in Miami when she passed...... When I told my wife she never asked to drive the Plymouth again.....She was like that is "YOUR CAR "....
I did sell the car for one reason...... I HATED driving it at night .......I would always stare in the rear view....
Here's my 1961 Pontiac Consort Hearse. No scary stories but it really creeps me out at night. I wonder how many bodies its hauled in its lifetime?
Mine isn't hamb related but eriee just as well. My wifes parents ashes "lived" with us for several years, after some bad things kept happening at our home, my wife decided that her parents needed to move out. She called her brother who agreed to come pick "them" up. He arrived on his motorcycle where my wife told him "you know Dad hated your motorcycles and would never ride with you". He chuckled and told her he didn't have much choice this time. He threw the pair into his saddle bags and rode off into the night. Three blocks from the house the motorcycle dies. Won't restart, full of fuel, has spark, just won't start. He calls us up and we go pick him up in my truck. We loaded his bike up and I told him just take my truck home and I will pick it up tomorrow. 5 miles or so down the road my truck dies, full if fuel, cranks over, won't start. He calls us and we tell him "have it towed to your house" (it was late and we had small kids at the time), we will fix it tomorrow. So here comes the wrecker, my B-I-L is a car dealer and knows a wrecker service they pick up the truck with the cycle in the bed, get about 4 more miles down the road and the wrecker quits.... My B-I-L gives up at that time and being really close to where he lives decides to just hoof it home. He makes arrangements with the wrecker driver to just dump it in the driveway when he gets another wrecker there.... Long story short.....next day I go to look at my truck and it starts right up, we unload his bike... which starts right up.....so for grins we call the wrecker service and ask them what was wrong with their truck, they didn't know, said the mechanic there looked at it and it started and ran just fine.... We can only figure that her parents really didn't want to leave. After about a year of my B-I-L dealing with them at his house, he moved them up to the car lot where they can guard the place at night. There's some weird chit that goes on up there, just like it used to at my house.....
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