...on its way to Texas. I'm having some seller's remorse, but it's time to move on. If any of you Dallas Metroplexers see this give 'em a honk for me...
At least yours is going. I see my Deuce every time I'm at Rog's shop or when he brings it to cruise night.
No, this one now belongs to a non-HAMB fella down in DFW, a friend of Chris Ito (Chopt34 on HAMB) Joe - Yeah, that must stink to see it all the time... like an old girlfriend your not quite over.
Mike- Send me a set of keys for it. If I see it parked anywhere, It will belong to a fellow HAMB'er before you know it....
I had some jackass tell me he built the car I sold to a fool he bought it from. I built it with my dad and this idiot told me all about how he built it in high school! I love seeing old cars of mine! The firewall I completely fucked up was still in it.... what a moron.
[ QUOTE ] ... like an old girlfriend your not quite over. [/ QUOTE ] MIKE- They say the best way to get over a broken heart is with a piece of ass. Maybe you should find a "strange" car and get naked with it. Seems to work on the West coast... JOE
Does the obvious escape me? I think the question that should be posed to someone with 'seller's remores' is Why Sell? r
Joe - The fact that Mrs Z occasionally reads the HAMB prevents me from a proper response Gregg - yeah, I know... he's sending the plates back to me via mail. John - priority list now: (1) finish the T (brakes and multicarb), (2) finish the Riv, (3) finish Chesta's lowrider bike. After that I'm looking at a winter bobber project. My friend Jeff Winter (he was at our party) is a mechanic at Berwyn Harley, can do complete frame setup. After that, I'm thinking about finally getting a 28-32 roadster project started. raven - see above.
Mike was that Impala pro streeted? The rear wheels look real deep dished in the photo. Since I'm trying to sell my nice 59Impala two door ht, I was wondering how much you got for it...if I may be so bold.
ahh....heck. well, I know how you feel- I regret selling anything I've sold, bikes, cars, art, you name it, I regret it. cheer up...now there's more room for whatever in hell possessed you to sell that fine automobile in the first place. Have you gone mad...? sorry. hadda get it off my chest.