10 years that Model A tudor sat under the pine tree.. The kid grew up, made Eagle Scout bought a rice rocket and went to College. Then, the wife said it's time to clean up the fence line, plant flowers or some such foolishness. *I snapped a picture and posted the pile to E-wierd.com for sale. '28 Tudor Ford, frame tin and buick running gear.. *In a while.. the phone rang, and that sort of pissed me off. "Hey.. you got the Model A for sale? can I.." "No.. go away" I said- "But hay, I live in the neighborhood and I can come right over" Well.. what ever- *Suddenly I hear a rumble and down the drive comes a Fire red Model A phonebooth pickup.. driven by a "machinest" who has a buddy that is a pro bodyman and TIG welder with a shop bigger than most houses.. *Hummmm- I'm talk'n HOT RODS and lie'n about something I read in some old magizine 10 years ago.. *Interesting- "Yah want to go for a ride?" said my new friend... I folded myself into the tweed cab.. and we rumbled out to the deserted country road.. "*i'tsgot a sweet 400 Vette motor and a shift kit, ah wait" He came to a stop. Vah- rumpah... VOOOOOOOM! i'M 53 AND HAD NOT FELT MY BRAIN MOVE AROUND IN THE SKULL SINCE 1969! In a moment, we were speeding and my face returned to the front of my head.. *Yea! On return, as I un-assed from the ride.. *I decided to pull down the E-gay auction and go back to work... Chop-chop here.. brush-brush there here a wrench, there a part... Beer-beer- *Have'n fun.. Doc
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