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Be sure to take a lot of pictures of it sitting on the trailer or flatbed for advertising. That method of marketing seems to be quite popular these days.

Don't forget the conspiracy to hide facts about Columbus' fourth ship. "They" do stuff like that.

"Less frequently" has a bit of an edge on "over and over".

A Lincoln Zephyr would be a big surprise to anyone who thought they were going to take the body off, right up through 1948.

In the 1960s we would try to jack those cars up in the junkyard and the rear bumper was likely to uproot from the body. 15 years old or less at the time. A lot of my impression of various makes and models has carried over from those formative years. Nash has the Statesman, Super , and Ambassador. But it is like reading the ads today "All Buicks are Roadmasters unless it's a new Deuce N a Quarta". It's ether a Nash Rambler or Ambassador. A lot of stuff gets lost in those gray folds.

If I can't live with something in its exiting condition or restore it myself the promise that someone will make it nice for me from my life's experience is a real long shot: 1. They will disassemble it and never complete it. 2. It will come back looking worse than it left. 3. Any critique of poor workmanship will be treated as a personal assault and your ignorance will be pointed out. "I am a restorer, not an artist" is one I will always remember. 4. The old craftsman will keep it until he suffers from dementia and claim it was his all along. 5. The heirs will not recognize you own it. 6. Five years later you will come to take the parts home unfinished. And he will glare at you and say "I don't know what you are so antsy about." I'm laughing now thinking about how this list could go on and on. And these are all memories from before I was 25 years old. There are another 50 to go! My only saving grace is that "I do the same thing less frequently and expect a different outcome". It's a start.

When in doubt put a test gauge on it.

The seller's presentation is so poor you couldn't help but do a better job and make money with it. Some call that flipping but I like to think of it as a demographic shift. Also, be advised, that war sometimes used as a modern time marker was about 80 years ago.

If you can stand in front of a public official and look like you are somewhat inept, need help, and play the follower in the pack you can probably work things out. If you are assertive, ready to state the rules and regulations, and willing to straighten out a person who doesn't know the facts you are in for a tough time. For the quick answer ask your wife which description fits you. My wife knows which one of me is leaving the house just by the jacket I take off the hook. I was fairly young when I went to the Motor Vehicle Department lacking a signed piece of paperwork. When I looked very frustrated and the and the lady at the window asked "Aren't they out in the car?" a whole new perspective opened to me, sort of like The Wizard of Oz when the movie switched from grayscale to color. In the same vein this could lead to a discussion about my dream to run a business named "Generally Honest Bernie's Used Cars".

What's that old quote, "That's not a gun"? When the New Jersey arrived on Yankee Station in the Tonkin Gulf we manned the rails to greet them. Our Captain was senior to the NJ's and apparently the after gunner knew that when he gave a 16" salute. They say the gun would launch a projectile the weight on a Pinto about 30 miles. And they first shot might be off a little. Salute! Taken from the USS Arlington AGMR 2, piermate of AGER 2.

I am imagining. The Chinese unit of measurement is based on the diameter of the Earth. That Buick sender was measured based on the length of a long dead king';s foot. The level of accuracy may have been foreign to them.

This one? https://lens.google.com/search?ep=gsbubu&hl=en&re=df&p=AbrfA8qwnoW_KYRR7sHaxUqzmSc_n82y7Ic0ZMURiVmviNXFLQbmL8ZNwSPeYoVCk3xpR5zmyg_nY2HBreImTwGpMiXWVDmSV_fQQG-84tHkKNmo0094yEasl9fS-KoEkTxSxSZTPLwkL6nsoNfNQ-RhuanUjLtutUNZIOKzUmbCwy9GeyFFv50_0KXVazgjrUj2Tx65h8eSk40cdQ%3D%3D#lns=W251bGwsbnVsbCxudWxsLG51bGwsbnVsbCxudWxsLG51bGwsIkVrY0tKRE0zTVRrMlptRmlMVGxpWmpFdE5HUXlaaTA1T0RNekxUQTRZelk1TlRNeU1tTTBPQklmWnpKYWJ6UkRjRTlET0dkWlZVTm1hVWxtYTFwaVJFRk9aMkpTYWpoQ1p3PT0iXQ==

I had to scroll back to February 10th on this topic to figure out the last time I had my Buick out on a weekend. Really wanted to get the '60 Electra out for coffee this morning but it was 37 degrees out and still pretty wet from the rain. I am really getting tried of the cold and the rain. Maybe

Ever notice how a dog will growl at a stranger and people wonder what provoked him to do that. I do that.

I think that Buick has the wrong wheel covers.

I have always considered having an extra car or cars for "toys", discretionary purchases, as something for the wealthy. Not necessarily the rich, but one who has wealth beyond daily necessities. Sure, there are requirements to maintain a desired level of hobby participation. When there is financial pressure the best way to resolve any issues is to make yourself more valuable. Develop marketable skills, elevate your education, or relocate.

I have a habit of calling that "programmer paradigm deficiency". A shortfall that spans two centuries and quite common.

Here is a project going on in Greece. https://www.facebook.com/groups/816355625067800/

Makes me think of a big, heavy Sioux I had once. I wonder how voice recognition software would have handled this comment.

Phil will pick the phone and do an expert job. https://www.rochesterclutch.com/vintage-restoration/

That is the way I see many things when today's conversations get comparative with generations. It is a lot like the ancient Greeks writing about the insolent, incompetent youth of their time. And every generation after. I have always loved cars but never pigeon holed myself into a single genre. My years in the hobby have been intensive since 1959 and a lot of things have changed over those decades. I have never felt excluded or threatened by the changes. I don't now and hoping to get in another 30 years. I am willing to adapt. Being active in the hobby surrounds me with opportunity. I took about a 10 year break from car activities when I began to sense my son and daughter thought I was more interested in car shows on weekends than them. It was a good break all the way around. I live in a small Erie Canal village on a 2 acre lot with plenty of room. My garage is a little less than 150' from the house and easily holds four car, although I can park six in there if I am not working on anything. One would never know the car stuff going on just driving by. I keep it pretty low key. Here are three across the back. Riviera under restoration. A pile of stuff I was re-storing from one place to another storage place. Funny thing about work. My occupation has been power plant operation with the majority of hours being on the night or swing shifts. A good number of the village would tell you "Oh, Bernie, I don't think he ever did anything, just drives old cars and hangs around the coffee shop." I'll go with that perception, could be a lot worse. Today my wife and I went out to lunch. The rest of the day I was addressing the flat surface syndrome problem in the garage. "No more stuff will be set on the cars. They are not tables!" I just love cars, working on them, buying them, selling the lesser ones. And I will be doing that right to the end. There are a lot of people on this Earth who think it is their mission to put limitations on me and the things I like. I aam certianly not going to put any limitations on myself to help them along.

Wooden wheels and triangular centers in the hub caps. Oh, wait The light blue one has a Duesenberg grille and hood ornament.

It has a certain stance that I remember hearing rude comments about.

I didn't see anything like that on mine when I changed the windshield. Cork doesn't seem right. I had a '70s Nova that had a foam strip in there to enhance rusting. What ever it is I would replace it with a like material. Most have lasted this long and its life after the repair will be much more secure from weather.

Can't fool me, I recognize those Hudson hub caps.