This thread will probably fly like a lead balloon, but I'm getting pretty psyched about roundup happening next week. It made me sit back and reflect on roundups of yesteryear (second time I've use that word this week). If anyone has a funny, retarded, drunk, or break down story to tell regarding Roundup let me here it. Here's mine: For everyone that doesn't know, I roll around in an old '62 Willys 4x4 pickup. The truck has never left me completely stranded. I've always been able to limp it home or what not. It's Friday night and my best friend Jeremy and I are getting ready to cruise to Congress for some after hours fun. Well about half way down MLK (the really bad part), I hear the electric fuel pump hammering away at air and the truck won't rev above idle. Needless to say I'm forced to pull over in some shady *** lot next to a set of rail road tracks, in some brush out of site of the road. I'm also next to some nasty little crack-shack that looks like it had just been pushed over by the State. It's a little creepy to say the least. To make matters worse we can hear people rustling around in the bushes near us and the sun is going down quickly. I figure out the problem... it was a weak and ancient Autozone fuel pump and it was mounted on the inner fender above the level of the gas tank by the previous owner. One thing lead to another and it just wasn't strong enough to **** fuel up hill. "No problem" I thought. I busted open my tool box, pull the fuel pump off and find a spot on the frame rail to relocate it. This is when the fun begins... I had do some monkeying around with the wires to make them long enough to fit and there was some seeerious riggin' going on. I asked my "BFF" to turn the key so I can listen for the pump. The little ******* turns the key, doesn't hear anything, and turns it again. The truck is in gear. The truck rolls a friggin' tire up on my chest, then rolls back down after a second or two. He gets out white as as ghost (thinking he killed me) as I get up and chase him around the parking lot with a huge crescent wrench cursing him out at the top of my lungs. The good news is we scared away the crackheads, and he bought me beer all night. Moral of the story: I would definitely get ran over by my own truck, by my "BFF", for beer again. I also learned that Willys pickups aren't light. Aside from a couple bruises there wasn't anything free Lone Star couldn't fix. The perp aka "BFF": Your turn! -Chris
2 fellow HAMB members and I rolled in from MI to go to the Roundup with my pickup in tow.....ok flame me already! Friday night we seen a fellow gearhead next to his mid fifties Chevy in our hotel parking lot. He was complaining about the 3 hr. drive from Dallas it took to get there. You shoulda seen the look on his face when we told him it only took us about 22 hrs. from Michigan!
lasy year was my first..the funniest part was when a couple guys met at my house at 6 am for the Garage crawl. Raul is like,,,,its gonna rain! Naaa it wil be ok, well he jumps in Joes truck and we take off. Get to Cracker Barrel and the sky is getting really dark...and we are the only ones there at 730! None the less...everyone showed, we started the crawl...and the rain came down. Fast foward a couple hours...and riding down 183. I hear this noise from under the hood of the 54 and it sounds like a radiator that is really hot. I shut the car off and pull over. Its the horn....the horn ****on is under the dash and so much water was leaking by the windshield that it shorted the horn ****on. Between being soaked from the rain and Raul telling me..."I told you it was gonna rain!!" Would nt trade the experience for anything!
Ha ha... Good ol' Raul... Has anyone heard from him? I hope the El Paso cartel doesn't get him and his '54... Or is HE the cartel?
34 hour trip from Dallas to Austin??? Mine is basically deciding to drive a barn find 1930 Cabriolet, that was restored in 1960 and then put away un-driven, from Dallas to Austin that year that all the tornados and flooding hit central texas. My fiance and I leave Dallas at 11:00 a.m. Thursday. Stop in Waxahachie for lunch. It starts pouring and the car dies while driving because the distributor totally fries. We get stuck for 8 hours on a back road with a leaky cloth top, trashed coil and rotor from all the rain pouring in the seam on the hood and not the right spare parts! Wreckers and police say they can't get to us because of a flooded river blocking the roadway and a family that just got washed away. TONS of calls later with a dying cell phone, A Model A guy in Waxahachie finally came with a trailer after the storm settled down and got us and let my fiance and I sleep on his living room floor. In the morning, fixed the ignition and continued on to Austin. Around Temple, the entire exhaust from manifold to tail pipe falls off and I pull into a Television station to repair it. They run out and say, GET IN HERE. A TORNADO IS COMING. So we hang out for a couple of hours watching their weather man in the studio telling all the TV audience to seek shelter. The worst of it p***es, so we bolt the exhaust back on and continue on again. 30 minutes later, off it comes again. Roadside repair. 5 minutes later AGAIN it falls off, so I strap the entire thing to the rear of the car. Then a flat tire. Get that changed just north of Austin. Finally roll down Congress Friday night at 10:00 p.m. with napkins in our ears because it's so loud and my wife nauseous from exhaust fumes coming through the wood floor boards in the cab since it was still raining and we had to drive with the windows most of the way up. Saturday was fun though and Sunday we went to UHaul and towed it back home! Going home was much more relaxing!
Elrod - Now that's a great story. That's cool that your fiance was with you and hung in there. Speaks to her character. Nice car btw! I'm about to do 4000 miles in 2 weeks in a British car at the end of the month. I'm sure I'll have some stories to tell after it's all said and done too.
She's an amazing girl and we're now married. Heck, she helped weld the top back on my coupe after we chopped it and I followed behind her smoothing the welds. She's a keeper for life. That 4000 mile trip sounds awesome. Be safe out there, and take lots of pictures. That will be a trip to remember!
he is in El Paso now.....Getting all the side gl*** cut and installed, door panels and door handles. I just hope he doesnt venture in to Juarez
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