wayne sheldon

That is sure a bad situation. From the initial reports I have heard, this "issue" could destroy Boeing. However, I never believe in placing too much value on initial reports. Any sort of investigation MUST be allowed time to make accurate or honest evaluations!

Cranking the model T? Kidding aside, just get back to your wonderful self soon!

A truth of life is that one cannot truly appreciate much of anything, especially modern conveniences, if one does not truly understand how life was like before the development of said modern convenience. Fools are not interested in history! I have always been fascinated by history, all the things that brought mankind to the place we were forty years ago. I was helping my dad by the time I was five, holding the acetylene torch while he pounded on whatever he was trying to make or fix. I was changing flat tires on his work truck by the time I was eight (he would double check that I got the lugs tight enough). In the sixth grade I moved up to a larger bicycle, which I bought second hand using my allowance, and then rebuilt and repainted it mostly myself! Over the years, I have repaired or restored very old radios, wind-up phonographs, cameras, shop tools and equipment, the list goes on and on. I like working with my mind and my hands. For quite a few years, when I was much younger, I collected coins and other types of money. I always enjoyed the connection to history they gave me. Foreign money, coins or paper, rarely has much value, except for that connection to history again. I always liked that, and still have most of what I had collected. American coins were worth more, most of those I wound up selling forty years ago to pay the kid's hospital bills. But I kept a few things. When I say I was after the connections to history? I mean it. Some of the old coins I still have include "state" coins, a few minted by states before 1776. I also have a Fugio cent, the first coin officially minted by the new United States of America! My Fugio cent is in poor condition, as even sixty years ago, nice ones were expensive! I could not afford a nice one, but wanted the connection to history. I also have a genuine three dollar bill Banknote! It predates the United States printing paper money. I like the connection to history. To this day, often, some little occurrence getting change in a local store and I will regale the clerk with a two minute tale of monetary history. Just a week ago I told a clerk about my three dollar bill. Pardon me if I sound like I am tooting my own horn here? But this statement applies to MOST of the people on this forum! Intelligent people like their connections to history. Human beings are flawed. They cannot see into the future. The only way to get a glimpse of the future is to look closely at the past, and see the reflections. One cannot care about the future if one does not care about the past. That is a fact.

Usually those old 1930s iron monster pickups by the time the World War was over, and a few more years around the farm, were so beat to the begebies that even thinking about fixing them up was a nightmare! I can't believe how nice this thing is. It makes me wish I could afford it.

About two years ago, I turned down an opportunity to buy a nearly identical Studebaker with an older nice enough restoration for $7000. We discussed it extensively on this forum.

Not bad, not bad at all! That might even be the correct Gardener radiator ornament! I looked at one for sale about thirty years ago. A bit nicer somewhat restored condition, but this one I actually like better. I almost talked a friend into buying that one years ago.

I see a few things wrong with it, however, overall I really like it! I wish I had the bucks to bid even half what I figure it is worth. Never know? But, I cannot afford to try that. This one looks like a good candidate to tinker and enjoy. My dad had a Franklin that he wanted to restore when I was really little. The first in a long line of cars he never got to. His was I think about a 1931/'32, but I never knew for sure (he sold it when I was seven). However, I have wanted a Franklin ever since.

You just bought this car what? Maybe three years ago? Or am I thinking of your son? Knowing you, it must be as well sorted as any Cadillac of that era can be.

It is a great ad! I love it! I couldn't buy it even if I really wanted to (which I don't). But yes, I would like to meet the poor fellow.

That is an above average quality after-market body on that model T!

My lips are sealed! I recognize the car, and have met them (very nice people!). I followed them for awhile on an HCCA tour some years back. Great Hudson! My best wishes to you and your upcoming wedding!

The Paige 8-85 was introduced late for 1927, and as a Paige only manufactured for a few months. I do know someone that has (had?) one, but haven't seen it in a decade or more. For awhile late in calendar 1927, and early model year 1928, the Graham Brothers transitioned with the "Paige Graham Built" carryover models into 1928 (I have the radiator badge for one of those, in poor condition sadly). I also have an owners manual for the 1927 8-85 Paige, also, sadly, in poor condition (but it is the only one I have ever seen). Just a couple extras I picked up along the way to go along with my 6-45 Paige. There was a time I would have liked to try to restore that car!

I would love to have one of those, properly restored of course. All those silly artist pieces ruin them in my view.

Most states have a horsepower lower limit that these with their original engine may not meet for use on interstates or other designated freeways. Even some smaller motorcycles are not allowed on freeways in many states. Honda along about 1970 altered their small motorcycle lineup because a certain model had a rated horsepower that barely qualified for California freeways. The problem was that actual dynamometer tests showed a significant percentage of that model were slightly short of the legal requirement, and California contended that the requirement was for actual horsepower and not stated ratings. I remember this because one of my cousins got caught in that model trap. His was tested (independently), and found barely shy of the requirement. A year later he had a 1966 Mustang. I don't recall what the legally required horsepower was at that time. But I find myself wondering if the King Midget might have met the requirement for the horsepower of not?

I was almost sure that was the movie this scene was from, but it has been fifty years since I have seen it, and I couldn't recall the title. The movie has a great bit in it when Lou pushes his way into a home to try to sell a vacuum cleaner, throwing dirt all over the floor and promising to eat it up with a spoon if his vacuum doesn't clean it up completely. The lady of the house keeps trying to stop him from throwing the dirt around, however, being a pushy salesman, Lou doesn't let her stop him. Then he holds the electric cord up and asks where to plug it in. She hands him a spoon as she says the house had never had electricity. Lou, now down on his knees, utters a plaintive sounding "Abbo-ott" as he scoops up the first spoon-full of dirt. One of the details I thought odd at the time I watched the movie, was here was this house way out in the country, that hadn't yet been wired for electricity. Yet there was the lady of the house, perfectly attired, and with flawless hair. A true "June Cleaver" moment on film ten years before "Leave it to Beaver"!

I had to laugh! A "truth in advertising" moment perhaps? In the description he calls it a "running, driving, breaking" car. Spelling Nazis unite!

I have seen several Essex automobiles that I did not care for up close. (Blockish and cheap looking.) I have also seen several Essex automobiles that up close I liked a lot! i am pretty sure I would really like this one. But criminy the price is beyond ridiculous! In the recent few years I have seen at least four running and drivable 1926/'30 Packard sedans (mostly earlier sixes) sell for around $10,000. No Essex is worth four times Packard money! And this car looks like an older cosmetic restoration after a couple decades of bad storage. Tom LaFerriere had a Packard (1928 if I recall correctly?) I drooled over photos of for about a year before he sold it.

Bryan, The lenses on that Reo look like "Flintex" lenses. They were used as factory original lenses of a few cars of the early 1920s, and also sold as after-market replacements. I had a 1924 Model T Ford that had them on it. The Reo the fifth's headlamps would have originally been plain round glass. Several states began requiring some sort of light spreading or diffusing technology around 1918, and automobile manufacturers began including it as standard lighting equipment in the couple years following. Prior to 1918, even most expensive automobiles had plain simple glass "lenses". As for who made those headlamps? I don't know.

The 1941 Chevrolet four-door sedan is one of my favorite barely prewar cars! It is what my parents had up until I was seven. Somehow I always loved that car (I still remember the 1956 California license plate number on it!). The seller doesn't show the interior much at all. And what little I can see? Wasn't properly done (the front seat bottom cushion cover doesn't fit properly). Price seems optimistic for a car that might need a significant rework of the interior? Otherwise I really like it! It even has the same fold out factory option trunk guard. I remember one time, my dad in a pinch folded that down and chained a trailer tongue to it in order to move the trailer about a mile. He drove slowly and carefully, no harm done.

I grew up in and for over thirty years worked field service work all over the greater San Francisco Bay Area and beyond! Having vacationed a few times in Southern California, I am convinced that the Bay Area freeways are far worse than anything in Southern California! I once "clocked" my travel through a highway interchange that I went through several times every week. Two tenths of a mile in TWENTY MINUTES! It was like that every day! My thirty mile commute had gone from its original thirty minutes to two hours each way over twenty years. We ended up in Grass Valley, where the local clueless think fifteen cars lined up at a stop sign is a major gridlock! Enter (a few years ago now?), roundabouts. I have a simple question. Who the blankety-blank ever thought that people incapable of figuring out a simple single lane all directions four-way stop-sign intersection would be able to understand and use a roundabout?!

The Nebraska built Fuller, for some silly reason of trivia is somewhat more known than the Fuller built in Jackson Michigan. When I had mine, I usually referred to it as a "Jackson" Fuller simply to differentiate that it was in fact the one built in Jackson Michigan, and not the one so many people had heard of from Nebraska. The Fuller built in Nebraska was one of very few marques built in Nebraska, and therefore famous for being something unusual. The Fullers built in Michigan were one of many automakers that produced cars in Michigan, so not similarly notorious. The Jackson automobile is quite famous in its own right, and was for a few years one of the most respected automobiles built in the USA. Before Pierce, Packard, and Peerless took over the top spots in the USA, the Jackson was considered by many to be the best automobile manufactured in the USA. The entire Jackson, Carter, and Fuller history is filled with intrigue, dirty dealings, and the rise and fall of fortunes. Byron Carter's sad and untimely demise and its resulting effects on automotive history adds considerable interest to the entire affair. The Jackson Michigan built Fuller automobile manufactured one of the biggest two cylinder automobiles of the era (1908 thorough 1910), as well as a fine midsize four cylinder car. Their most popular model was a NOT typical high wheel standard design automobile. Although the car was a typical era style car, not a buggy style, it had larger wheels with solid rubber "tires" as opposed to pneumatic tires. Their four cylinder cars were typical midsize automobiles with pneumatic tires. Knowing which Fuller for some of us is just knowing what we are looking at. I am not nearly as familiar with the Nebraska Fuller as I am with the ones manufactured in Michigan. There were several very good articles in the major hobby magazines on the Jackson and Fuller automobiles and their history about a half century ago. Having read those, I simply recognize the model's style.

Hey there "G"! I sure love that car you had. Far and away one of my all time favorite Pierce Arrow cars (in spite of the series 80 standing!).And definitely one of my all-time favorite "0pera/Victoria" coupes! Great story about your father by the way!

Some people and even some advertising in the era called it a "hat box". Some people consider that the distinctive difference between a "Victoria" coupe, and an "opera" coupe. The notion being that the "opera" coupe needed a place for the special hat to be worn into the opera to be carried in the car. Personally, I think it is merely a matter of semantics. Just a linguistic anomaly. Advertisers call features and models all sorts of different things for all sorts of silly reasons (usually with a twist to make you want to buy it?). Colloquialisms have same things called many different words for many other reasons. Frankly, I always thought calling it a "hat box" was silly. Most hats that needed a place to be carried in the car wouldn't even begin to fit in those compartments!

Most of two days now, we don't know whether he wants the whole car re-restored, or minor engine work done. Does he want to drive it through a few local parades? A major CCCA Caravan? Or maybe a win at Pebble Beach? Maybe he wants to get the most money he can get from his inheritance? (Forgetting that every thousand dollars he adds to the sellable price will cost at least five thousand dollars up front!) Communication. It is a wonderful thing.

1972. I was going to college part time, and working almost full time. I had my 1929 Reo coupe, and a model T speedster, both of which ran well. The family's business was struggling a bit, and my mother's old car had blown the engine about a year earlier, and been junked. She had to either drive my dad's work station wagon, which was always crammed full of work stuff, or his 1951 Chevrolet 3/4 ton pickup, whichever one he was not driving that day. Sometimes I didn't want to drive my antiques, or leave them parked in some less than safe area. So I suggested I buy and repair a cheap car, and if they would cover the license and insurance, we could share the car. So I paid thirty dollars for a 1952 Chevrolet two door fastback. The fellow that had it, had bought it from where it had sat for about a decade, but supposedly "ran when parked". The fool put in a battery, and some fresh gasoline, then went straight out to see how fast it would go! Turned out I don't think the oil had been changed in about ten thousand miles, and he got only about three miles before throwing out a rod bearing! the crankshaft was basically destroyed. My dad had a bunch of extra 216 Chevy engine parts, so he donated those, and I pulled the engine and the two of us did a quicky refresh on it. Now, that engine was not all that good. The cylinders were four thousandths out of round, and believe it or not!? NINETEEN thousandths larger at the top than the bottom of the cylinders! YIKES! But a careful (???) valve and rings/gaskets turned it into the sweetest running 216 you ever heard! We put thirty thousand miles on that car before the speedometer cable broke, and probably another forty thousand after that. With fresh rings, as bad as those cylinders were, you could drive it all day long at 60 mph and it wouldn't burn a drop of oil! Push it to 65 mph and it would guzzle a quart in less than fifty miles. One day, dad decided to drive it from San Jose to Modesto California, a distance of about a hundred miles. Knowing his tendency to push cars faster than he should, I did the quick math and realized he would be crossing the couple/three mile long two lane bridge through the delta area just short of Modesto, right about the time the engine would run out of oil! I told him to stop before there was no place to stop and add some oil. He was a wonderful person in many ways? But taking advice from anyone else? He was always too smart to do that. So, naturally, he was about a hundred yards onto the no place to pull over bridge when the oil pressure dropped to zero. He eased it across and off the bridge area. Added a couple quarts and hoped. By the time he got home with the car, it had four knocking rods. Fortunately, the crankshaft this time was not hurt. And I spent a couple days doing an in-the-car rod bearing replacement project. We got a couple more good years out of that car until the transmission began to wear out (three speed jumping out of high gear, a common Chevrolet failing) . About then. my parents bought a mid 1960s Pontiac for my mom. About a month later my sister got her driver's license and went right out and wrecked it! The '52 Chevy had become practically not drivable. I had too many projects, had just gotten married, and some guy driving by wanted the desirable body style car more than anyone in my family did. So it went away for about three hundred dollars.