Folks Of Interest Jumping to conclusions

To assume is to make a ASS of U and ME. HRP

 

OK then, will there be donuts.

Ya know the only difference between LadyHRP and Mrs. 'beaner in about 900 miles. She prefers a bolt action .243 though.

 

Twin sisters from different mothers. HRP

 

Pretty lucky men actually, we both married the prettiest girl in the school.

 

And we were lucky that both of them have bad vision! HRP

 

LOL Edye was wearing glasses when we met.

 

This is my wife, Becky's car. She saw it at the Turlock swap a few years back and just had to have it. Using money from the family savings, she made a deal and we brought it home. I do the mechanical stuff and she does the cosmetics. She drives it to work when the weather is nice and we do cruise nights and Corvair club events. She does the driving. It's always a conversation starter. (I sneak it out sometimes during the week while she's at work)
For some strange reason, she can't remember the specs on her own car ('62 Monza w/'65 110 hp engine) but she can recite all the details of my cars.

 

Hey Bob,
Wow, similar mind sets about 48 years apart. Your wife's Corvair motor looks so clean, it is hard to imagine. My wife bought a silver blue, 1962 Corvair 2 door in 1964 for college with her savings from being a telephone operator. It got her to 3 more years of school and 2 more years of being with me, without any major problems. There was this persistent, oil leak from somewhere that stumped even the factory mechanic. We had the shiniest rear bumper in the neighborhood when I cleaned it off. Ha!
Jnaki
I liked driving that car, even in the rain...So, Ralph Nader be damned...no problems for us. Your wife has a nice Corvair to say the least, what a find.

 

My grandfather ran a garage and raced in the late 50s-early 60s. He was working at the shop and in the family car, a 57 Ford Tudor. He had promised my Grandmother that he would be back at lunch with milk and bread for the kids.....

Well into the afternoon.....no milk and bread. My Mammaw was fuming. She told my dad who was about 6 years old...."Come on let's go!" The only car at the house was the 1950 Ford Jalopy short tracker " Copasetic". She loaded my Dad and my Aunt who was 1 , into Copasetic and put them on the passenger floor board and told my Dad, "Hold on to your sister!" She then climbed into the race seat and hit the starter button. Blop Blop Blop went the flathead. The whole time she was fussing,"I can't believe he forgot to bring food home for these babies!"

She backed it out, went by Chalkville School then got on the Springville Highway (Old Sprinville Road now)
On the Springville Hwy, she cut loose! She buzzed my Grandfathers shop like a P40 at tree top level! Shen then pulled the stock car into the store down the street.
The store was at the intersection of Springville Hwy and Chalkville Mtn. Road the building was white with a green tin roof on that roof was huge RC Cola logo. When they came out of the store with their milk and bread, there was the 57 Ford parked where the race car had been.

 

Another story from my grandfather's garage....
This lady brought in a nice 56 Ford. The car would barely run. The plugs were fouled so my Grandfather replaced the plugs and gave it a tune up. Not much was really wrong with it. A tune up seemed to fix it.

The next week the 56 is back....same thing. My Grandfather cleans the plugs and it's back right. A few days later....the Ford is back, same problem. The lady by now is getting impatient.

My Grandfather cleans the plugs again and says "maybe it's something you are doing when you drive." "Would you mind if I ride with you around the block?" "Sure, I don't mind." the lady said.
They loaded up and the lady started the car. Then she pulled the choke and hung her purse from the knob. My Grandfather said, " Mam, you need to push that back in. It's not a purse holder."

 

My wife has an OT Mustang that people think is mine.

 

If it was anybody but you, I would have thought the old man was drunk, or about to be..
Its funny to me how people are amazed to see a lady driving an old car. When I was a kid, all the ladys drove straight drives, convertibles, muscle cars, pickups...whatever, it was no big deal, just part of living. Reminds me of your thread about learning to drive...Pop had a fairly new truck he drove 50 miles one way to work, so it was pretty nice for the time, i.e. auto & power steering, and if I drove with him its what I got to practice in. If I drove with Mama, it was a '65 Impala, 283 w/ 3 on the tree....what she drove everyday. I guess people did look at us funny when Pop parked the Impala and her everyday was a 4 speed Mustang.