Jack Bennett

I have the brake parts on order, and they should be here this week to finish up the brakes on the truck. In order to get the truck to be able to move under its own power, I have to finish up the floorboards, the gas pedal, the starter pedal, and get the brake and clutch pedals adjusted. That will leave me an appoint. I can finish it up the dashboard and its instruments. I have just about figured out how this should look, but there are many ways I can go about it. If anyone has a photograph of the cab of a 1929, 30, or 31 and Fargo, Express panel, I’d sure like to see it. my primary concern is the way the wood part, that extends below of the windshield, and ends where the top of the metal dashboard starts, merges. Does the wood just end and the metal just start or is there some sort of trim piece fits below the wood to smooth the merge of the wood to the metal. Jack

Ok, here I sit all face eggish. After my previous post I done more research and have obtained the following information. During the very first minutes of the video the fellow does name the wrecking yard as the Desert Valley Auto Wreckers, or something similar to that. He also places them in Casa Grande, Arizona. So, using that I did determine that the wrecking yard does still exist and is still doing business a their three yards in the Casa Grande area. Without further ado, I will add that they do have a current phone number (1-800-905-8024) which is answered by a person (who asked not to be named) and will answer any questions regarding pricing and purchase of their parts. https://www.dvap.com/our-inventory/ Jack

It would be a stretch to say I drooled over the idea of visiting this place, but it did titillate my curiosity gland. Being from Phoenix, and spending a composite total of years in the deserts around the area, I can understand why it would be a Mecca for storage of anything subject to rust and rot. But, I did not go without notice that nowhere in the vide did the fellow mention a name, phone number, contact information to gain access to the cars. And, most noticeably, the fact that, although many of the cars have been picked over, and not all are the models or years sought after for use by a collector, or person doing a restoration, there are some parts there that should have been removed 50 years ago while the cars were still in relatively good shape. I checked on Google to see if this place still existed, and if so, could we buy parts, either in person or at a internet store, and the only auto wrecker in Casa Grande, Arizona is a dealer named Wellington Auto Salvage, at phone numbe 1-520-836-6225, and, sadly, they neither have 10,000 cars in their yard, nor have they ever heard of a wrecking yard in Casa Grande which does. I will never venture out of Washington State again, and, even though I would like to prowl the place, I will probably never get to do so. But, knowing more about it is as interesting as redoing the Belflex spring hangers or putting a new water cover on my Willys engine. In that vein, anyone with information on this place, or who has actually bought parts there, please add to this thread and lets us know more. Jack

Hi Dave……..Thank you for the information and the thought of providing it. In a previous post you had noted that you thought it was a 3/4 ton, vs a 1/2 ton, and that started me reading too. I am in 100% agreement with you, but they have done some stuff to the truck which makes deciding whether it is a 1/2 ton or 3/4 ton a bit more difficult. My research led me to the same place you are in determining that there is only a small amount of difference between the Packet and the Clipper, and on this particular truck, which I too, now, believe to be a Clipper, they have changed the rear fenders and the size of the wheels. I read that one of the most noticeable differences between the 1/2 ton and 3/4 ton is the 1/2 ton came with a four cylinder engine while the 3/4 ton has a six cylinder. Of course mine has the six cylinder, and the spring pile up surely is more likely a 3/4 tons than that expected to be found on a half ton. Very likely this project will be the last antique car or truck I ever buy, but it also has the prospectus of being a project which will keep me busy for the next 50 years or so. I have the engine I removed from the truck under cover, and it will be a project for this winter since I do intend on eventually restoring it to running condition and reinstalling it in the truck. At the minute I am not so concerned with the originality of whatever engine moves to truck as I am being able to move the truck for completion of processes, such as paint, welding and upholstery which can be destroyed by the weather between the time I start it, and the time it takes, at a relaxed, hobby, speed to finish it. Were the truck anything other than a oddity, and so darned evil, I would call the Chinese and give them the thing to make into a microwave or a few paper weights. But, the day will come, maybe later than sooner, that the truck will start, drive and stop under its own power, and then the cosmetics can start. Jack

“Gizmo”, the 1995 Ford F-250 I bought as a project to build a tow vehicle for the trailer I built to haul my tractor and other car projects was dropped in my driveway after dark. I was told the truck needed a lot of work, and, being bought as a restoration project, this came as no surprise. What did surprise me though that when I held the foot brake, released the emergency brake, and took the truck out of park to move it to the side of the driveway, there was no brakes, period. The next few seconds did make planting a tree as a stop barrier between the driveways end, and the garage doors beginning seem like a bit of good sense. Luckily, I am a fair carpenter, and the damage to the trucks hood, bumper, grill and headlights were considered a part of the restoration project. YeeeeeeeeGaaaaaaads, that went right over my head. I guess I do need to take a occasional break from breaking for a MGD to pay more attention to my surroundings. I just noticed the brake parts happy face you mentioned, and it is needless to say I am a little face eggish right now. No, even though it may rate as the sort of artwork I would be credited with, the brake parts smiley face was totally a awesome phenomenon for which mom nature deserves all credit. Thanks for pointing it out, and leaving me with the indelible understanding that I too will now will be able to “unsee” it forever. Jack

Hi JV. I will try to do this post without all the parsley and trimmings, but it may still take a couple of posts to fit the photos in. My three go to cars is a 1923 Dodge Brothers Roadster with the four cylinder (non-fast) Dodge engine, the stock three speed transmission with the six disc clutch. It has brakes on the rear wheels only and they are external constricting, totally mechanical. Since I live right on the coast, every road goes downhill, and some of those are sloped to the extreme. The car has tires which measure less than 5” across at the point contacting the pavement, so their inability to lend much traction while stopping the car on wet pavement needs no explanation. of the three cars I have the least amount of trust (meaning I am much more cautious) in these brakes than the other two. They always work, and can be counted on to do their best, and the fact that is just a few feet short of being good enough, has nothing to do with their being mechanical rather than hydraulic. The 1927 Willys Knight is also mechanical, but it is a strange beast in that it has internal expanding shoes on the front and external constricting brakes on the rear, and the mechanical linkage connects the two through a mechanical brake proportioning device, that does the same thing mechanically as one would desire on a hydraulic system. This is a heavy sedan, the sleeve valve engine is also heavy, but produces plenty of power to move the car at a reasonably good clip. The brakes on this car was 100% reclined by Jerry Hiatt, who works/or worked out of his shop near Portland, and every piece of hardware which makes up the brake system was went over with a fine tooth comb, and adjusted to near perfection. The brakes does make a squeal when first applied on a wet day, but are otherwise bullet proof and as good as any hydraulic brakes I have used. The third car is the 1951 Plymouth Cambridge, which is a bomb in motion, and equally as challenging to stop. It too has an all hydraulic brake system, with a master cylinder tucked so far beneath the drivers seat one would think they tried hiding it. Each front wheel has two pistons, and I suppose, while this is a interesting thing to add, I still have zero trust in the brake system even though it is totally new. It does work excellent when it does work, and while it always stops the car on level ground, it does it in a manner which borders on heart attack territory on hills. The brakes are adjusted and all parts are working properly, it is just a heavy car, low slung with a gooey suspension system, and scares hell out of you when you start wondering if it will stop in the planned distance. The Fargo was a total surprise to find that the whole brake system, as compared to the 1927 Willys mechanical brakes, seemed to be far advanced technologically when compared to what I expected on a vehicle of that era. Regardless, I have made good use of the thread chaser, which I have posted some photos, along with the several dies used for different tread size and count. Again, I had a level of zero when it came to confidence this thing would even work……but it proved to be worth every penny spent for it. I have also put up a photo of the five piece hub puller I sourced for $45.00 and S&H change from eBay. All cylinders and lines I have done so far have been corroded and frozen into a solid mass. The front flex line have lost their outside covers but will still hold a good vacuum, so I have removed their stoppage and will re-use them The right rear wheel is a totally different story, and the cause of a problem which was much misunderstood reared it’s ugly head and revealed a need to replace the rear brake lines in totality. It appears that many years ago a attempt was made to move the truck by wrapping one end of a chain or cable around the rear axle, and the other was hooked to some sort of tow vehicle. I guess the truck was moved but only at the expense of the brake line, which traverses the rear axle, was crushed in several places. That trapped the fluid in the right rear wheel cylinder, and over the years it nearly dissolved the rubber parts of the cylinder, and locked the whole mechanism into a solid mass of goop. I have re-used the pistons and cups in the other three cylinders, but can expect to spend some dollars to repair the fourth. And that leads me to the explanation that working on a car in Washington State is not unlike trying to stay married in Germany. So, my primary goal with the Fargo now is to preserve enough of its originality that I can make it mobile and, as the rain and wind make working outside impossible, I can move it into the heated and lighted garage to work on it in much better conditions. If I don’t get the rust under control and the wood rot stopped, in a few more months, if left outside, I won’t have any base material left to work with. And, here are some photos of the thread chaser, the dies that comes with it, the five hub pullers I bought, and a photo of my upholstery undertaking to prepare the Fargo, and my tender butt, for the voyage between my back yard and the garage. Jack

As a young dude, I thought it was great to chamber a 105mm tank main gun round and plink at a target 1200 meters down range. The explosion, and massive amount of debris it created, was payment for every second of training leading up to the success of the moment. I no longer have a tank, and the gunnery range probably closed down decades ago, but I get about the same amount of pleasure loading some, other wise benign, words into my iPad keyboard and firing them across a million mile long cypher network, and getting exactly the same results. Isn’t the internet great in that a feeble, octogenarian can fire these words from the comfort of a couch, sip on a hot cappuccino, and get a rise from someone whom they have/never will meet in person without even getting fully dressed? Jack

As a young dude, I thought it was great to chamber a 105mm tank main gun round and plink at a target 1200 meters down range. The explosion, and massive amount of debris it created, was payment for every second of training leading up to the success of the moment. I no longer have a tank, and the gunnery range probably closed down decades ago, but I get about the same amount of pleasure loading some, other wise benign, words into my iPad keyboard and firing them across a million mile long cypher network, and getting exactly the same results. Isn’t the internet great in that a feeble, octogenarian can fire these words from the comfort of a couch, sip on a hot cappuccino, and get a rise from someone whom they have/never will meet in person without even getting fully dressed? Jack

Hi Brad……Whether it be a product of creation, or the consequence of evolution, the human brain consumes more energy, and produces more crap (in terms of verbiage and garbage) than any other part of the body. Old cars, and their history are as much a part of this hobby as is a Detroit Lubricator carburetor or a Skinner vacuum tank fuel system. Accordingly, did you know that the design of the 1950’s era cars, I.e, the “shoebox” and “bathtub” look had more to do with “headroom” than it had to do with being “stylish”……as tail fins and supersized bumpers were? These cars were designed and marketed with the fact in mind that a hat was a part of a mans persona, and the tops were made high enough to accommodate a Stetson, a fedora, a bonnet, or a cops cap. Now, consider that one of the intended purposes of a cap, or hat, is to conserve heat loss (yep, heat rises, and the brain falters when chilled beyond a certain point), and it also identifies a person by status and vocation. So, along with thinking, the brain serves the purpose of keeping the hat from covering the eyes, and causing one to give anyone the impression we a a stumbling fool. To the point…..words, whether they be posted to this forum, or an essential part of a PHD thesis are only “brain food” if consumed as a part of a meal….and sometime reading my posts becomes a marathon of gluttony, which extends beyond a healthy meal, and the smile implies anyone reading that far must be really hungry. Jack

Hi JV…….There is a whole lot of guilt, and a tad of self admonishment, regarding my way of maintaining headway in reanimating the Fargo. The brake lines in the front of the truck are a mixture of original steel, added copper and regular, flexible braided steel, rubber covered lines. I am plagued with the overwhelming, ongoing, and continual impulse to just replace the complete brake system with new or repop equipment, And the hesitance to replace the master cylinder, wheel cylinders and all brake lines with new materials has absolutely nothing to do with the consequential expense. Rather, the truck is purely a hobby related toy. It has no title, the fellow who sold me the truck kept the 1976 Oregon license plates, it has never been registered in Washington State, and I never intend on turning it into a daily driver. Most probably, the longest trip it will ever make, in my life time anyway, is around the block, on a seldom used street. I have already spent a few times what a professional restoration would cost on just getting the truck to move under its own power. That said, maybe it is easier to understand why I hesitate and procrastinate replacing the complete brake system on a 95 year old truck which is barely capable of moving, and when it does, stopping, even without brakes, is a certainty. If the truck decides it wants to live a active life, and it is ever capable of going faster than can be stopped with a brick under the wheel, I think replacement of a fully functional (old) brake system with a new one will be as much fun as replacing the brake system on a truck which may never leave my back yard. Its more about the day when a 95 year old brake system, on a 95 year old truck is restored to a condition it can do its intended job without the use of modern day gimmitry. And, there is no better sound than that an old master cylinder, previously a block of grody steel and pitted aluminum, makes when it says……gwoooooooosh….as it takes its first breath in nearly 100 years. And then it’s MGD time! Jack

Hi Packard…….Congratulations for pursuing a hobby as it was intended to be pursued. Your car, and your ability to drive and maintain it is the stuff of envy. I don’t write to these forums because I have a contract with clubs such as AACA, WOKR, Dodge Brothers, the P-15 - D-24 to produce a certain amount of editorial material, or even compete with guys like Jay Leno for recognition and money. Rather, I am a retiree, nearly 80 years old, who was born into a life that kept my nose to the grindstone for over 40 years. Since age 16 it was never my place to ask why……only but to do or die. Now, I need something to keep the cobwebs from smothering my brain and the effects of aging destroying my body one piece at a time. My old machines are a continuation of the use of skills that I have acquired during a long lifetime, but my lifestyle has never been so luxurious that I could even take time to admire a 12 cylinder car. Don’t start slobbering over your one-upmanship right yet because I am not the surf adoring the knighted, rather I am the guy who made it possible for you to drive a twelve cylinder car that would take a month of my civil servants retirement pay just to drive a few miles. No Sir, I am 100% happy being a old fuddy-duddy who is forever grateful that I still have the skills to maintain my old machines in a manner they still do a hard days work in a historic cemetery, and the skills and ability to give the neighborhood kids a ride in my little 4 cylinder Dodge Roadster or Sleeve Valve 6 cylinder Willys Knight. Some day, probably in a world beyond this one, we can share a cup of coffee and I will tell you about manning a M-60A1 main battle tank in West Germany for three years, and you can tell me about the rigors of a road trip in the luxurious lap of a car which requires a professional staff to maintain, and the income of a lawyer or judge to afford, and the balls of a guy who needs a car such as yours to provide visual evidence that there is some difference between a guy who plays golf for recognition and others who bowls for fun. Jack

A really neat way to drive our old machines without worrying about hand signals is to make use of our onomatopoeiacally, easily identifiable “Klaxon”……”Ahaooooooogah” horns instead. I have found that it bring a smile to people’s face 100% of the times it is used. Sign on a rural road in the United States advising drivers to "SOUND KLAXON" (1920)

One could say that Camping, fishing, hunting, boating, carpentry, painting, mountain climbing and cave diving are only momentary distractions. Since there are very few people who make a career of such things and when they do it for a short period of time, perhaps once a year, it must be assumed that they talk about doing it, rather than actually doing it the rest of the time. Even Albert Lin and Josh Gates must take sabbaticals from their archeological adventures and television programs to do something other than looking at long dead stuff and centuries old buildings……and I’ll bet that when they do, they talk about their cars, motorcycles, boats and metal working skills. The antique car forums makes a person step back from the daily grind of doing. “Stuff” to survive, and use their elementary school skills of hooking a bunch of words together to pump all the crap cluttering their brain into a receptive, and perhaps beneficial conduit. Kids, meaning adolescents and teenagers need this sort of outlets in order to learn orderly process……and you said it well…..the simple act of expressing yourself in a polite and civilized manner. And, the podium is surrendered. Jack

Actually, in a world getting crowded with people who rely on their “entitled” status, rather than a willingness to work, earn even the essentials, and the word “respect” isn’t in their vocabulary, I find it to be a asset.

None of my old car (not tractor or lawn mower) projects are completed without first adding a set of turn signals, and in the case of the Dodge, brake and emergency lights. No one expects me to signal turns on the tractor, and just the intimidation of the four foot brush hog tends to make them keep their distance. The motor scooter is a totally different story. I have used hand signals all my life, and, in the absence of turn signals, always use them without fail. Think back sixty six years, put yourself on the seat of a 1947 Cushman motor scooter, remembering its low center of gravity and its propensity to oversteer, and you’ll understand why I don’t give hand and arm turn signals while riding it. Actually, I’m much younger than I appear, but, the first, and single, time I tried to signal a right turn on the scooter aged me ten years and now I just reach above my head, signal any nearby car to back off, and go for it. Jack

The rain and wind held off today and allowed me a bit of time to work on the left front brake of my old Fargo Express panel. I have done the right front and left rear cylinders and checked the shoes, and found them to be marginal to good, so I restored them to working condition and moved on. After each project I again checked the master cylinder to see if the wheel cylinders responded to its control, and again found that, regardless of having removed it (the master cylinder) no less than five times, disassembled it and bled it before reinstalling it, I still could not get a response from the wheel cylinder in spite of knowing for certain the wheel cylinder was working perfectly. So, in a race with the rain and uncomfortable weather, I removed every brake line running between the front wheel cylinder and the master cylinder and found them (the lines) to be plugged with rock hard debris. I think I have found a problem that needs to be addressed every time anyone undertakes a brake job on one of these old machines. I used a piece of metallic choke cable as a rooter, and in about a hours work, had the single brake line cleared with a free flow restored. Now I can see the need to remove and clear essentially every inch of brake lines on the truck as I can be nearly certain that it has affected the entire brake system. But, it sure does make me feel good to know that I found this solvable problem before I popped for a new, and relatively expensive master cylinder. Jack

Welllllllllllllllll, psawaaaaaaaaa……awwwwwshucks….."thanks Jeff! I went to a very ornate funeral of a long time friend. Her husband stood at the end of her silk lined, very luxurious casket and greeted the grievers……..many of whom I had never met before, and was 100% certain they had never spoke a single word to my friend during her mortal existence on earth. Barely audible above the theatrics being performed by the church staff, the most frequently heard comment was……”She almost looks alive…..it makes you wonder what she would say if she were”. For me that is no problem because I fully intend on saying whatever, to whomever, wherever and whenever I feel the need, and I don’t intend on anyone having to attend my funeral to almost hear it. Chalk it up to verbosity or a bad case of verbal acuity, but, regardless, it is a incurable malady and that is why they put a “delete” key on the computer key board.

Thanks (?) Ben. Maybe we can sit at the table, in the shade of a large tree, and just speculate, with Bernie, the advantage of being a fly on the wall. Jack

My posts are often too long, too wordy, too windy, meander endlessly, usually make no point, and, when you have finished reading them, you are left with a single question “What the he** did he just say”? Alacontraire though, I’ll bet you would be more disappointed, and possibly asking the question of “Why the he** do I even bother to open a page to a forum where nobody has the gumption, or even the interest to post a single comment”. On this particular forum I sincerely doubt that either would ever be the case, so, if you did finish reading this, thus far, you are probably asking yourself the single question “What the he** did he just say”………..and smile 😁. Jack

First, an admission. As I grew through infancy, adolescence, puberty, mid life and finally joined the ranks of the elderly, I continually promised myself that I would never allow myself to become a overly critical old grouch. Secondly, now that life has allowed me to become a member of the elderly tribe, I must admit I am not only a critcal old grouch, I can be a pretty snotty, and sometimes very painful old grouch who sometimes trifles in affairs I have no business even commenting on. The very fact that I still have the mental faculties to do this may be good fortune rewarding me for living a flawless life or a damnation for some prior wrongs. Regardless, when I have made and posted this sort of comment I often regret it and feel foolish having made it. Asking the moderator to delete it would be the simple route to self pardon, but us old grouches never take the simple way out of being foolish or it would be testify to the fact we are now old, critical, painful, snotty, and sometimes foolish old grouches. And, I sincerely believe it is neither possible, or wise to try and recall a bullet once it is fired. I understand that health, vocation, family and personal matters and attention span has a lot to do with the “if” and “when” a follow up is posted, and I understand that it just isn’t possible for whatever reason. But I also understand that there are members who rely on the forums as their way of inviting others into their possibly sedentary, and possibly equally lonely, lives, and this contact is what constitutes a major portion of their social lives. In easier to swallow words, it is a form of “friendship” and “camaraderie “ that other life circumstances may make otherwise impossible. It can be challenged that there was ever such a car, or it was ever available as a inheritance, or any other way, but there was a number of members who did, in good faith respond, and a “snub” is impolite, whether it be in person, or a cyber snub on a forum such as this. Again I apologize for being a critically painful old grouch, but in reflection of my infant and adolescent (learning) years, I was taught that “a cold shoulder” was a juvenile way of communicating a non-verbal message that my train has moved on, and you didn’t have the fare to join me for a ride. And, I had heard that you sometimes have to “condone” something you don’t necessarily “approve” of it, but it is not mandatory to “accept” it simply to be cordial or socially acceptable. That said……..I have a left front wheel on my 1929 Fargo Express which has a brake cylinder and a set of shoes which died in the 1970’s, and I hope that by 5:00 today these puppies will be working like they were made in 2024😊. Jack

A bit of slack time this morning before I resume my attempts to finish the brakes on the 1929 Fargo Express panel. As usual, I peruse (troll/voyeur) the antique car forums while I have my coffee, and I am getting a new set of vibes regarding the direction I should go with the truck. When I determined that there actually wasn’t enough of the original truck left to economically “restore” it to a near new condition, I decided to “preserve” it so that as time (meaning the amount of time I have left became more predictable) I could decide how much I could afford to spend on the truck. However, after perusing the AACA site this morning I am considering a new route to follow in regards to reanimation of the truck. Maybe it should be stripped to the frame, equipped with a all aluminum or fiberglass reproduction body, outfitted with state of the art electronics, such as satellite radio and GPS, having the cab extended to include a sleeper, couch, arm chair, water bed, microwave and a 70” ROKU television. Naturally, the chrome (designer), 36” wide wheels would need to be attached to a tuned suspension system with computer stabilized ride controls and some whopping (bright red ceramic painted) calipers and disc brakes. And I believe a supercharged 440 Magnum engine would be a good, and authentically MOPAR, engine to replace the paltry straight six cylinder 218 CI engine I replace the original straight six engine with. I think I can get away with only a $125,000.00 cash outlay to do this minor modification, and I believe I can safely plan on another 40 years of labor, after I withdraw from retirement and rejoin the labor force, to pay for it. Or,I may drive my stock 1923 Dodge Brothers roadster to Denny’s and splurge for a pancake and sausage breakfast and another cup of coffee🙄. Jack

My suggestion is that you give this car body to someone who can appreciate its antique technology and the artistry of its design, and then go to a reputable builder, who professionally designs and builds Rat Rods…..Street Rods…..or whatever they are called in the circles which can’t accept that something less than 400 horsepower and needs that to propel the chrome, gizmos and gimmicks at a snails pace, and pay them a bit of money it seems like you are ready to spend, and buy a real Rat or Street rod. Or, stop by my house and take a ride in a stock 1927 Willys Knight, and see the Washington state coastal roads, the marvelous coastline and the awesome bridges in a way you will never see them through the bastardized windshield of a “T bucket” rat rod.

OK…….if you were a merchant, advertising your goods, but once you attracted customers interested in your product, you absconded without further comment. That is called fraud or, in cyber language “phishing”. The sole purpose I belong to these forums, I.e…..pay dues and waste time reading posts like yours, is to learn what fellow old car enthusiasts are doing and track along their progress. I compare myself to a person who is pursuing a degree in Archeology, yet is unable to explore the tomb of King Tut or make a trip to document Machu Picchu, or even watch a complete series of Lost Cities, on NATGEO, and features a archeologist named Albert Lin. So, in those times when I’m not actually exploring the innards of one of my antique machines, I follow the endeavors of others who shares my addiction on these antique car forums. And then comes along a guy who visits the swimming pool, buys a stylish bathing suit, gets some swim goggles and a set of rhongs, goes to the pool, sticks his big toe in the water, and tries to convince others he is a Olympic class swimmer. Of course the mod is, at this very minute, considering deleting this post and banning me from the forum……and this is probably a decision made by a person of words, but lacks the experience in action to appreciate the wealth of knowledge the million or so years the members of this forum can share, if it doesn’t become a place where little boys have discovered a zipper in their knee length nickers, and can’t help but wonder what happens if it is pulled. A good excuse for leaving posts like this unfinished is critical…..meaning “terminal” illness or death. Jack

Posts like this are a day wrecker. It appears that a little boy needs attention, slaps a few people alongside their head, and then bows out without even a bow. I am in Washington State and I do this as a hobby……I.e…..a way to relax and dissipate stress without grabbing a handful of face from my hateful neighbors. The car shown in this post is at very least “interesting” and, for a guy/girl who posts to a antique car forum for lack of anything better to do, is a possible vent for hypertension and job/health/family/financial…….you got it…..STRESS. So……what happened with the car……did it die……did you die…..did the inheritance fall through…..did you just decide you were not interested…..or is there a deep, dark secret you discovered regarding ownership of a antique car. I live in Tacoma, Washington and I dabble in old cars, tractors, lawn mowers, motor scooters and care for a 80 year old body. PM me if you are still in the old car arena. Jack