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  1. But Is It Really A Blight Issue?

    Here is a quote from the town code in question "Sec. 36-702. - Parking and storage of vehicles. (a) Operative or inoperative automotive vehicles or trailers of any kind or type which are unlicensed shall not be parked or stored in any recreation-conservation, agriculture, residential, office, or RTM zoning district other than in completely enclosed buildings." With this notation (Ord. of 7-22-2013, § 60.05) 2013, considering how many years he has been gathering the cars, that's kind of short notice with no mention of pre-existing situations. Aside from the car issue, this is an example of the petty, pick pocketing, municipal money grabbers many communities, counties, and states the United States have become. Where a warning may have been sufficient in the past, a ticket for violation helps fund the government today. Not just the local jurisdiction, but in many areas the county or state jumps in for a cut with "surcharges". Playing the reverse question game: What lies between the Atlantic and Pacific oceans?" At first glance, one would obviously answer "Sherwood Forest". The government has more petty extortionists than Robin Hood had Merry Men, and they are all cashing in. You get those mailer community updates bragging that fines and penalties are supporting XX% of our budget needs. I don't have a lot of empathy for someone who gets into a mess like that guy has, but I think a lot less of our elected extortionists. I'll bet someone in town got ticketed for that updated 2013 code and pointed out this guy's collection saying "What about him?" Please don't construe this as political. It is about money and the spirit of Robin Hood. You know, the term "connivers" just isn't used frequently enough these days. Bernie
  2. But Is It Really A Blight Issue?

    Something I have written about before (not much comment, but a few squirms, I bet) is the legal ownership of cars. It has been my practice to take legal ownership by licensing every car in my name and receiving title whether I sell or disassemble. I never know what the final outcome will be. Those particular 200 cars, bunches around the country like it, and even the onesy some hobbyist has been sinking time and money into need proof of ownership and 200 bills of sale from the same pad of paper with the same pen might not make it. Imagine the local government removing those cars and billing the expense to to last legal owner on the VIN records. I have been in this hobby for close to sixty years and have fairly acute powers of observation. It is a hobby full of people who "ain't quite right". I can say that because generally Buick owners think they are smarter than most people (see). I can run down the list of car manufacturer's names and give a pretty good personality profile of the collectors of each type of car. And the secluded hoarder with MB cars would be right up there with the oddest. I entered the hobby when having an old car was more of a social stigma than a sign of a wise collector. In fact, I was quite uneasy about the shift in image during the 1980's when a true value starting becoming attached to the hobby. I would be willing to bet that most of the traits I have developed over the years have come from trying NOT to be like car hobbyists I have observed, rather than following a role model, those are scarce. Writing this is making me smile I have my truck for work and a car that I drive, my Wife has her car, and my Son lives with us. If I run out of shelter for old cars I rent a storage unit. It keeps me in control. Look. Bernie
  3. '67 or '68 Electra?

    '68's had a longer hood. It's a '68. Bernie
  4. But Is It Really A Blight Issue?

    I was probably about 25 years old and stopped everywhere I saw a roadside collection of cars. Heading north, out of Cicero, New York, on RT 11, there was a vine covered collection down an embankment along the road. I stopped to look. The owner was friendly and let me walk around while my girlfriend, unwittingly in training to be my Wife, sat in the car patiently. The guy had a shoebox Ford convertible, very rotted, no top, and a shot interior. There was evidence it had been there close to a decade. During the conversation I remember the quote "I saved it." coming from the owner. That is a memorable statement to fresh in my mind today, nearly half a century later. He didn't "save" anything. He just owned it. Same as a lot of open air museum owners. The guys affliction doesn't tug my heart strings. It does make me think "Whew! That could be me if I had worse social skills." At least I have been able to circulate around and sell the similar stuff I dragged home. And I always tried to get a premium price. Just for the sake of the car, you understand. If I sold it too cheap the new buyer might leave it sitting outside. That body style on Matt's Buick looks like something a young guy in the hobby would own. Like about 14 or 15. One of the few cars I can't remember selling. Bernie
  5. Delco, Remy & Delco-Remy history Question

    Here is some of the Rochester Products connection. I used to run a hard tired tiller drive electric crane from the old Whitney Street plant. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rochester_Products_Division Bernie
  6. My Grandfather had a car lot where worked through the 1960's. Every time he started a car it was full throttle for fear of it stalling and not starting. Then gunning the hell out of it after. We never lost an engine in spite of him. The ones who started my '60. under guidance and instruction, got an experience they won't forget. 401 cubic inches coming to life is a lot different from 1.8 liters It was even better than the O'Brien family farting contest. HOWEVER, when my Daughter was 16 (32 now) I told her she should know how to start all our cars. Something like the third one was my '64 Riviera. I told her that one was not fuel injected and had a choke. To set the choke when it was cold, push the gas pedal to the floor, then start it. I couldn't see her foot with the console in the way. The car started instantly and the RPM's soared. She just gave me "one of those looks" as I scrambled for the switch. That was the end of driver training for the day. I went back out later and started the car. It had what sounded like a lifter or push rod knock. I drove it into the garage. A little investigation found the piston shattered and in the pan and an empty hole. The rod was still connected and rattling around in the hole as it ran. I had been wrestling with a slight roughness in the engine that I had not been able to put my finger on. Since then I have seen two more nailheads with cracked pistons. I think she pushed mine over the edge and completed what had been untenable diagnostics. When I bought the car it was only about 15 years old and the engine had been replaced by a '65 401. Lisa helped me get the correct code '64 425 in the car and I'm happy. The really important thing, and some kids never really get affirmative confirmation, was finding out that I really did love her more than the car. They get thoughts like that. So, for my whole life, no matter what position I held, I wrote in Mechanic on my tax return. 'Cause that's what I do. No biggy. Bernie
  7. Make your Idler pulleys last longer

    Fascinating, I'm just doing some calculations, in my head, of how much money I have made removing anecdotal engineering modifications and redefining original operating procedures. And guess what, I'm still doing it. Sealed bearings make me smile. In the early 1970's sealed bearings were installed in motors using the end bells for traditional bearings. The manufacturer just installed a slotted plug. Our boss had me take all the top ones out and install Zerk fittings. Quarterly I would remove the lower plug and pump fresh grease in until it showed at the plug opening. Then I let the motors run for 2 hours to bring the fresh grease up to temperature and reinstall the plug. I think I followed that routine for three years before one of the sealed bearing failed. "What's this?" A call to TACO pump and "all our bearings are sealed." More fun stories about the sand tunnel I took care of in a foundry. Bernie
  8. I got two pretty good outings. Saturday we had my Wife's family reunion overlooking Seneca Lake in Geneva, New York. It is just under 200 miles round trip for me. What is my process to prepare a 56 year old car for 200 miles on a hot day? Check the oil and top off the tank. Mine was easy to spot. It was the only white one, Letting the Nieces and Nephews see the Mirror Magic dash and then starting it with the gas pedal drew some smiles. Then, this afternoon, all alone, while my Wife was getting groceries, I decided it was just right for a convertible ride. South of town is where the hills start and a guy with a Buick convertible can be King of all he surveys. That car may go on Ebay next week, although I have been considering the 1500 miles trip to Denver next June. I sold my Packard last week. And seriously thinking about focusing on my Riviera, so two more may go. It sure was a nice smooth ride, though. Bernie Oh, I'm looking for $9500 for the Park Ave and for the work I have done to meet my expectations it is probably the closest thing to an Ed China car one can buy without having to deal with his wickerbill ex-partner. Everyone here has a Buick, but I might write it up in the Buick Buy/Sell section for practice.
  9. Packard

    I bought the 1937 Packard Restoration Guide and don't even own one. It is just good reading. Bernie
  10. Packard

    Oregon... East Oregon. You can bet your Invar you won't find a rocket scientist. "where have all the Hippies gone, long time passing. Taken apart Packards in East Oregon every one. When will they ever learn? when will they ever learn?" 'cept for Pete who got caught in the current of the Hudson River.
  11. Packard

    Elk. "Selling my treasured dream car that I have always held on a pedestal and cherished." I can see a hundred C-notes lying around the garage too.
  12. It has taken the next 50 years for the die hard enthusiasts to get them to work right, well, kinda. Shouldn't all the ribs be parallel when they close?
  13. Ford had previously put The Wizz Kids together on a fact finding mission that told Ford their buyers wanted an Edsel. In the early '60's they were still licking their wounds. When the public whimpered about wanting a small sporty car like the two seat T-Bird. Iaccoca said "don't believe them for a minute. Here, take this POS Falcon, shorten the deck, and tell 'em it's a sports car." 2.3 liter and a 4 speed. Those tweed people were some of the few whom knew what a liter was, or litre, to the continental types. The first Mustang buyers wore snap down tweed caps, leather patches on their elbows, and smoked pipes. Delorean pushed them into and 8. On the Buick side, Mitchell was trying to pedal his LaSalle II, but Cadillac remembered how LaSalle was hogging sales from the parent name when they extinguished it in 1941. Olds was busy with it's FWD revival of the Cord and stealing many of those '30's styling cues. Pontiac was getting just plain goofy with things they did with the Tempest. They didn't want it. The car defaulted to Buick, mostly because it used off the shelf parts from existing models. There you go, cynical AND opinionated. I was there and still think of my Riviera as one of Buick's small cars. 117" wheelbase. On a Buick! Bernie
  14. 35 Auburn 851 Cabriolet barn find

    Sounds familiar. Early in 1999 I showed up for a job interview driving a '67 Cadillac, parked outside the window of the office where we held the interview. One of the key components of the job was to reconstruct and communications network to be Y2K compatible. I was the anachronistic link that made the technology work. I think the car played a part. Some of it was the car, I had experience at hiring and knew what irked me the most at interviews. When it came time to ask when I could start if accepted, I looked up at his clock and said "It's almost 10 now. If you don't mind me staying a little late, I can get 8 hours in today." "Whoa! We never do anything that fast around here." was the reply. I knew they couldn't, but it demonstrated my initiative with low risk. That's the thing with old car guys and pool players. They aren't like the rest. And.... this was mine. Bernie
  15. 35 Auburn 851 Cabriolet barn find

    Driving a car like that to a car like that to a yacht club in 1949 would be similar to me showing up with my '64 Riviera at the local country and western club in 1978. "Nice car, why don't you sell all that old junk and buy yourself a good new car." It is for the eccentric in the crowd. Out of context and in today's world there is a whole different slant on a 1935 car. But there is half a century of myopia in between. I have always owned cars with a limited social appeal. It's noon. I take Friday's off, but I don't usually go out for lunch. It is a big fish fry night for my demonized sect. However, I could shoot down to the yacht club and stir up something the way these guys did. When I drive my convertible I always wear my ships cap with the rack of military ribbons over the bill. It's a courtesy to the drivers behind me.