Ever see that movie, "The Long Riders"? There's a scene where Cole Younger (played by David Carradine) goes to Texas to see his girlfriend Belle Starr, only to find she's taken up with some Indian feller. Cole and the Indian decide to fight a duel with Bowie knives, and as they're squarin' off to fight the Indian says to Cole: "Come on, Missouri." I was living in Wyoming when I saw that movie, and it just made me swell up with pride and made me want to go outside and kick some Indian's ***. I'm a Missouri native, I know there are some others on this board, hey y'all. I could have read your posts and looked at the pictures forever without signing up, that's mostly all I intend to do here, but there are some of you I wanted to be able to contact individually, it's important to me that I tell you how good I think your work is, and that's why I'm a-writin' this here intro. Beyond that I don't have a god-damn thing to contribute to this board.
Thanks STIFF. Here, I'll tell you a little story. When I was just a kid, back in the 60s, my divorcee mom started dating a guy who was a machinist. One day he pulled up in a 53 Studebaker, and he backed it into the garage. Then he opened the hood and took the rotor out of the distributor, told me the car was mine to do whatever I wanted with it, and then he left (I don't remember how he got home, I guess my mom took him). He never gave me any instruction, I guess he expected me to learn how to work on cars by myself. What I did was, I tore that car apart. It sat in the garage, all in pieces, for a few years, until my mom had it towed to the junkyard down the road. Perfectly good 53 Commander. I wish I could say it wasn't so, but that's the way it happened. Maybe signin' up on this board is a step on the path to redeemin' myself; God forgive me, that was a beautiful car.
"well this stew sure is good" <Delmar ""you think so,I slaughtered this horse last tuesdey,I belive this horse is startin to turn" <Cousin Hogwallip
breeder I'm right up in Missouri's ****hole, St. Louis. I'm taking care of my 84-year-old mother, and maybe it sounds cold but when my work is done here I'm leavin' St Lou and never comin' back. Missouri is a wonderful place but St. Louis is a toilet anymore
yeah , i lloks pretty run down anymore...im bout 150 north of ya were the big rivers meet....you stayin im mo when that time comes or movin back outta state??
breeder I haven't figured that out yet. I lived in Wyoming for ten years and I really liked it there. I like it out West. Cars don't rust and there ain't no traffic! I stand to inherit some money when my Ma dies, I'll be able to do pretty much whatever I want, go wherever I want--but it's not so much bread I can go off in all directions at once. I have to pick ONE--y'know what I mean?
Not bumpin' this to the top on purpose, but I wanna say that I've logged a lot of hours on the road, driving taxi cabs, schoolbuses, armored cars, and one thing I learned while living in Wyoming, where there's a lotta nothin' between you and the nearest garage, or even telephone, is to always carry a spare tire, a tool box, a can of gas, a waterjug, oil, spare belts, hoses, and fuses, baling wire and duct tape, warm clothes and some food. I'm not exactly clear yet on what "traditional hotrodding" is, but if it's about keepin' 'er on the road and gettin' yerself out of a tight spot, yeah, I'm Old Skool. Okay, as you were.
I was a kid growing up in the 60's too! Well, I was one in 1969, but i was a growin! Welcome to the HAMB. Hotrob
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