Mike36

And some might say UGLY!

Don’t do it Keiser, don’t do it! We need you and your camera out on the street.

The one with Dodge lettering looks like a taillight lens.

I spent a weekend at Bernie’s once.

Plymouth script on side of hood for 1941 Plymouth PT 125 express pickup.

The owner of the Graham better reconsider selling it. If he does where will he store his junk ?

Wow! That’s going to take a lot of polishing!

That is a great find. I want to warn you, a lathe is possibly the most dangerous piece of equipment in a machine shop. Not trying to scare you, but instead make you aware it is very easy to get injured if inexperienced in operating one. If you choose to restore and use it, I would recommend enrolling in a beginning machinest course at a community college. Not only will you be safer, but will learn to do things on your lathe that would be difficult to discover on you own. I can tell you that lathes are a very neat piece of equipment and are fun to operate.

Hey Mark, didn’t the fire in the back keep you warm?

I can still hear Dad cussing those things . It happened several times when I was a kid. We would be meeting a car at night and their headlights would rapidly cycle from low beam to high beam to low beam and not stop until we were past them.

Does anyone remember the growth explosion of Harley Davidson in the early 80’s when this same thing happened there?

What hospital is he In?

Keiser! Get over there with a shovel! The rest of that DB may be down there!

Happy Birthday Mr Keiser !

Very good to hear. Optima batteries are great!

An old saying comes to mind. A bird in the hand is worth 2 in the bush.

If that’s a 2 dr. sedan, you did a lot of work. Wow, looks like you could pay football in the back seat! Nice car.

Hey Keiser! Why do you call it a mini Ford tour? They all look like standard size cars to me. ???

Stop it !!! You’re making me cry !!!

My first trip to a junk yard was in 1950 or 1951. I was with Dad. It was Ott Conley’s, in Lincoln, Illinois. It looked just like that picture. I have often wondered what treasures I walked by, as I knew nothing about cars at that young age. Why can I remember that day of so long ago, but have no idea what I ate for breakfast?

In 1957 I purchased my first tool. I was 11 years old. It was a screwdriver with different size bits that were stored in the handle. A common thing today, but unusual at that time. The body was plastic with a curved smooth panel on all 4 sides. With the point of my Boy Scout pocket knife, I scratched my initials in each panel. Somewhere along the way I lost the screwdriver, no idea when or where. As time passed I forgot all about it. Many years later I was at a salvage yard looking for a part for my car. When I located a model car similar to mine, I went over and opened the door. Surprise! Lying on the floor was a screwdriver identical to the one I had purchased with my paper route money many years before, and then lost. I picked it up and surprise again! There were my initials carved in 4 sides of the handle! I lived in a small farming community where you knew everyone, and what car they drove. As I stood there looking at the car, I realized I did not know who had owned it, or how my screwdriver had gotten in it.

I recently had a new coil that was defective. Took a long time to find it because I kept checking everything else.

That should buff out ok.?

I was in the 6th grade when the Edsel debuted. We boys were excited when our teacher bought one, and ran outside at the final bell to see it. If I remember correctly, we liked it. In the following years, I remember them being referred to as a lemon sucking an egg.

Enjoyed your pics.