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Jack Bennett

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  1. Thankfully, our government officials never leave Olympia, and probably wouldn’t come into my garage if invited.
  2. At least a shed or a concrete pad to reduce the water bill and wear and tear on the washing machine. Side note here……..When are you coming to Tacoma to visit the Fargo Panel you passed up. I have the body and engine compartment stripped down, have the generator, starter, distributor, and clutch operational. I have determined the truck has the Dodge Senior-Continental engine, which is still froze up, but in a optimistic moment, have ordered the new head gasket and am ready to drop the pan, gain access to the bottom of the starter ring gear, and try to spin it over. Jack
  3. Hi Fordy……I too have strict rules governing my workspace, in this case, my garage, and I perpetually maintain it in a high state of orderliness. Sadly, since my wife passed, I have no one else to credit with the exquisite display of automotive clutter which may be experienced there at any time of day or night. I do attempt to keep my tools in the “tool” place and my parts in their respective “parts” place, but I also continually strive to keep my garage a quiet place to relax, and as free from workplace discrimination as possible. That means that I cannot differentiate between the potential value of a square nut over one born an octagon, or whether a fine thread is superior to a coarse thread. Consequently, my shafts do, occasionally, get mixed with my bearings, and keeping them separated is a job in itself, easily put off for another time. While this task is extremely difficult, it is also exceedingly pleasing, when it is considered that my bolts love to be wrenched, and my screws love to be hammered, and they are all learning to help me keep the cars in a rigid state of maintenance. I function on the premise that anyone who comes into my living space either wants to sell me something or is a welcomed friend. I no longer need, or want to buy anything from a salesman, and a true friend is glad to see that a old coot can still move a trolley jack from one end of the garage to the other…….without their help. Jack
  4. That is one cool car, and it must be a whoop to work on. I am not a Model T fan, but their history, and the part they played in automotive evolution makes for interesting study. It looks like you have arrived at a level (placing the basket) which would meet, or possibly exceed, my ability to work on, and “hurrying” could only be figurative, rather than literal, these cars. Is the “bed”, rather than a back, or rumble seat, a factory option available with this model. Or, is it a product of the era that gas rations were larger, and registration fees were less for a pickup as compared to a car? Jack
  5. I just finished responding to the thread which asks “What are your winter projects”, or something along that train of questioning. As I wrote my response, I realized the value of having a attached garage on my home, and the luxury it provides as related to my old machine habit. The first thing, after basic reassembly of the rolling chassis is completed, is the undertaking if steps necessary to restore the ability of my project to move under its own power. This does add a element of difficulty to completion of the project, inclusive of niceties such as body paint and upholstery. But, it makes it possible to rotate projects between the garage, the driveway and the back yard, commensurate with what I’m doing on the project at the minute. The 1923 DB Roadster is the only resident member of my little machine club, who lives in, and is a fixture in my garage. The Willys has his own car port for cover, the Plymouth is sealed against the weather, and happily lives in the driveway. The tractor is quite the macho member of the club, he lives outside, and would move back there on it’s own (it refuses to be castrated by seeking shelter) if I tried moving it inside. The 1929 Fargo rests comfortably on the patio concrete pad and the F-250 chooses to watch over them all from his place behind the motor home. So, the only other obstacle to bringing my old car projects inside is my daily driver, a KIA Sportage, which is continually in-and-out of the garage. But, as I cruise the hood on nicer days, I see a new Mercedes, a pricy BMW or a classy. Audie parked in the driveway, and a garage filled, floor to ceiling and front to rear with boxes and bags of stuff and furniture which appears to date from the 1970’s or 1980’s. It is only imaginary, but I can use my X-ray vision to see all the DOS 5.0 floppy discs and the priceless 8 track tapes (for which the player was destroyed in 1971) comfortably awaiting the time they are recalled to use. And, while the cushions of the furniture brings back memories of GMA and GPA, during their 1950’s Christmas visit, their filling was converted to rat poop decades ago. So, as you toil on that brake job, on the sloped driveway, in temperatures which makes the water seeping down your pants rear feel colder than ice………..What’s in your garage preventing you from using it as a “garage”? Jack
  6. What with the end of day light savings time, and a early onset of winter like weather, working outside, even if it could be for more than the few short hours of day light, in the rain and wind, would be a totally stupid thing to do. During the few sunny days of the past month I have stripped most of the body, and almost all of the accessories (such as the generator, distributor, oil filter, etc.) from the 1929 Fargo Packet Panel truck I recently bought. These parts are safely deposited in the cover of my patio roof, and can easily be retrieved in the quantity, and as often as I desire. Using the bad weather as a excuse, I allow myself to bring a fender or door panel into the garage, and there, with my radio blaring “Delilah” and my heater cranked up, I can take care of my holy sheet metal and paint problems. I have a nifty wood stove in my shop, and this is a great time to do some of the wood pieces of the body and cab of the truck which entails a whole lot of noise, and can generate tons of odoriferous, and extremely pleasing, saw dust. Included in the initial cost of buying the panel came a implied guarantee that it would provide me with something that needs to be done for as long as I may live. I also have my 1923 DB Roadster sitting comfortably in the garage, and when coupled with the industrial sewing machine I have located in my den, it will provide a eternity of work so long as I don’t mind wasting upholstery material. My go-to weekend driver is also perpetually available to be moved into the garage for a bit of cleaning or FITCAL (Army jargon for Feel-inspect-tighten-clean and lubricate as necessary) and my old Willys Knight is always appreciative of my attention. I have cubby holed the 1951 Plymouth Cambridge project for a while because it is too wide to work on, with the doors open, and the remainder of the upholstery work can be held off until it warms up and the rain stops. That leaves the cleaning and FITCAL it takes to keep my 1947 Ford 8N tractor humming and my 1995 Ford F-250 available to pull it all.
  7. To the right buyer, the car may be a steal at $10,000.00 or $12,000.00. All you need to do, as a seller, is to convince yourself that you can afford to maintain the car for the period of time it may take to find the “right” buyer. Or, for the “right” buyer to find you. Of course, the cost of just getting the car to be operational may be more than a similar car, fully restored, may cost. To a lot of folks, especially in the younger set, $7500.00 is a lot of money, and that amount will buy a more modern car which will afford them daily transportation. Personally, just being a Studebaker increases the Blaaaahhhhh! factor simply because it is not a Chevy, Ford or MOPAR. No part of what I’ve said is meant to diminish the “wow” factor of owning a really neat, and perhaps highly desirable 1952 Studebaker. Rather, it is meant to state the realistic fact that both me, and my antique cars are getting old, and in the amount of time you take to find the “right” buyer, my collection of antique cars may be part of a estate sale, and sold for Pennie’s on the dollar. Jack
  8. Hi Rata Road…….Thanks for your highly descriptive, end very detailed recount of your encounter with the magneto of your Model T. When I read posts of this nature I always leave with a taste in my mouth sort of like…”Golly, I learned something I may never use, but it sure is good having it in my mental library”. In this case, I got a taste like “Golly, I learned something I am now certain I will never use, but, it is likely to get stuck on the shelf of my mental library”. I engaged in an argument with myself as to whether I should buy a Model T, or stay with a hopelessly destroyed, but more conventional, model of car to undertake as my next reanimation project. Your post confirms my decision to go with the hulk of a 1929 Fargo Packet Panel truck, and reminds me as to why I have not bought a Model T. Just kidding of course. There is no information which isn’t valuable to us old car fans and I do appreciate you sharing it. BUT, that doesn’t even imply that I will ever own a Model T. Jack
  9. Hi timecapsule…….Nope……your 1930 Hudson has progressed into a age of technology which, I’m sorry to say, bores me. But, it is neither a new Mercedes nor a Tesla, so I suppose the old rule KISS (keep it simple stupid) applies when working with your relatively antique vehicle. Check simple stuff, which actually is under stress, when the car is powered up. A universal joint which is cold my “clunk” as may a worn ring and pinion gear, un lubricated because the 600W or 1500 lube has drained back into the pumpkin. Or, it may be an exhaust pipe or muffler “clunking” because the rubber hanger has stiffened up while sitting, or a “U” bolt has loosened over time…..remember, even though not a “brass era” car, a lot of water has been passed since 1930 too. Good luck with your “clunk”! And, out of consideration for what can suddenly go wrong with these old buggies, be thankful it’s not a “clunk……clunk……..clunk” coming from the crankcase 🤪. Jack
  10. Hi John….."? I don’t want to sound like an echo, but……… When I read a post, I read it a single syllable at a time, and with the knowledge firmly implanted in my little brain, by a extremely effective elementary school teacher, I use phonetics to shape words. Depending on the verbosity of the author, the content of the post, and my waning attention span, I assemble the phonetics into a sentence, a paragraph, and then, a hopefully related, mental image. And then, in true forum manner, begin my own response……a note here……there cannot be a forum without posts, threads and responses…..to the way I understand the meaning of what the poster intended to say. That does not always happen, or I simply wish to add to, or take away from the thought which the post hopes to convey to ALL who reads it. Remember, if I don’t respond the thread just dies and nobody gets to add their own thoughts, and a post/thread which becomes rhetorical or simply repeats a topic over and over, soon becomes boring. So, my compliment to your skills as a grammatical super star is to “hi-jack your thread and keep it alive. Remembering that you are perfectly free to reclaim your post/thread at any time, and nothing I can post will change your original post. Strange, what I just said brings King Tut, his tomb, and his mummy to mind. Jack
  11. It was late 1967, or early 1968, and I was hanging out with some Army friends in the parking lot of our Schweinfurt, Germany military housing area. I seriously doubt that there can be found a more dedicated group of devout gear heads than some Armor, Infantry, Combat Engineer and Infantry soldiers standing around batting the breeze. It was such a group, on this day, doing exactly that, when the Citroen cruised into the parking lot, swung into a parking space, and was unas*ed by one of our mutual buddies. The opportunity was too great, and there was no question regarding which of us would stop the guy and demand a look at his weird looking car. Collectively, as if of one brain, without a word or a glance, we all moved in the direction of the now parked Citroen, and begin a visual smorgasbord of new things to look at. I found the suspension system hydraulics to be infectious, and I was immediately taken agape by the number of hoses used to support it. All in all, even though this was 1967/1968, I could see the same sort of system used to stabilize the gun lay of a main battle tank…….fast forward to 1980, take a look at the M1 Abrams, and feel the sense of deja vu. Or, look at the article in the Nov-Dec 1923 issue of the Hagerty Drivers Club magazine for a very interesting article on these cars. Jack
  12. If you were more local, I’d buy the pair for no reason other than I could not resist the impulse to do so. My presently owned 1927 Willys Knight has a bullet proof sleeve valve engine, as I would imagine these two cars do also. I do hope that the buyer does the necessary research on the expense and difficulty of getting parts for these cars, but they are super interesting when working properly. Please post your progress in selling the cars. Hopefully the buyer is a WOKR member, lives in Washington state, and I can follow them. Jack
  13. Hi plymouthcranbrook……. it is really strange that you chose the interior of your 52 Plymouth as topic for this discussion. I recently relocated my 1951 Plymouth Cambridge to its new parking space while I work on the old panel truck. The strange part of this communication is that I do have all the material necessary to complete the interior of the Plymouth. And I have nearly completed installation of its new headliner. But, finishing the interior of the car has been put on hold until I finish the chassis, and get the engine of the panel running. For some reason, when I finished the mechanics and electrics on the Plymouth, and it became drivable, a new project just seemed to dominate the horizon. Maybe it is the nature of the beast, and the owners handbook of the Plymouth cars should be changed to include the probability that it will have to survive with partially completed upholstery. Jack
  14. “Old” is a transitory term when used with “antique”, “classic”, “collectible”, “rare” and simply “old” in any sentence which connects something to its owner. Regarding “old” cars and their usually “old” car owners. Most “old” car parts have been bought, traded, coveted and, sometimes, hoarded by their “old” owners. And, it is not unreasonable to think that a 90 year old transmission may have been bought, traded, and/or sold, several times during its long tenure in the automotive world. Common sense dictates that any person in possession of a car 50+ years old, very probably, or at least reasonably possibly, obtained the car as part of a collection, and probably intended to restore it. But, as it is expected that the “old” car eventually be relegated to that great junk yard in the sky, so can it be expected that it’s “old” owner will eventually follow. On to the exorbitant expense of trying to acquire one of the “old” car parts which has been an integral part of a “old” person’s life for the past half century. Well, it has more to do with ignorance than it does interest. Most probably the last part you bought for your prized Hupmobile passed through at least one estate sale and then passed through a gathering of folks at a place like Hershey. The “old” guy, to whom the part originally belonged to, and it was the only mechanism needed to meet, and talk to, people who shared their interest in “old” cars is now among the billions of cars which were not “saved” and now rests in the forever after. Instead it is the person who was voted “most likely to succeed” by the high school class graduating in 2010 who has the part offered for sale. And the only prospective buyer is the “old” guy who has “lots of money, and hardly no brains”. And the part ( whatever it is) is now a “rare”, “antique”, “classic”, and, at least a good reproduction, of something “old”…….and that makes it valuable. And that is all that matters…….period. Before the internet, before eBay, Craigslist and FEDEX next day shipping and before morals was something taught as something which is better left at home by the seller, it would have been “I need a ring gear, and I have this hub you need……let’s swap and share some gab”. Now it is “free shipping on purchases over $100.00 but no returns”………….and to h*ll with the gab”. Sad! Jack
  15. Hi auburnseeker……..At the minute I have set aside a bit of time to get the undercarriage of the 1929 Fargo Express Panel, I recently bought, in working order. A daunting part of this was finding suitable 5.25-5.50X18 tires, and equally suitable inner tubes at a reasonable price. Patience payed off and I managed to find four new tires, still in the original wrappers and the blue protectant on the whitewalls for $225.00 and some shipping costs. The inner tubes was another story, and, as is many of the tasks related to reanimating a nine decades old truck, a bit of research, and a lot of learning had to be done……….and sometime “learning” doesn’t necessarily mean attainment of the desirable results. As a fact, a major portion of my old car related skills were acquired as a consequence of things which didn’t work right the first time. Be advised that I too waded around in the quagmire of the “Coker” swamp, and I too discovered that their pricy inner tube line up is painfully lacking inner tubes with a center, straight valve stem. I am dumbstruck by this oversight of a dealership which professes a wizard like knowledge of old car accessories. For a starter, you can buy any size tube, for temporary use on your antique car so long as it has a diameter of 20”. The “fat” size of the tube will be determined by the inner dimensions of your tire and inflation pressure. Harbor Freight sells a 20”, general purpose, inner tubes for less than $10.00, and Tractor Supply Company stocks them also. Be aware though that there are some special requirements which makes use of these inner tubes impractical for permanent use on an antique car. A first consideration is the durability of the tube, and when buying a cheaper one, expect to get one of a poorer quality. This is important because your antique car rims have a lot more snags and sharp edges than modern, single piece, rims. A thin tube is easily gouged and torn when used on a rim which can be compressed and expanded to install the tire, and that gap, where the rim is divided, can sure ruin a cheap tube in the blink of a eye. Also, modern tubes, regardless of stem position, have short valve stems which become inaccessible when installed in a tire used on a removable, antique, rim. That means that adding, or removing air becomes impossible after the rim is mounted to the wheel. Accordingly, the valve stems of inner tubes specifically sold for use with antique car rims have exceptionally long valve stems. To add a bit of assurance that the valve stem will not be lost during installation of the tire, since the tube will move as the rim is expanded, most valve stems of antique tubes will come threaded, and the set will contain washers and nuts to secure it. Sorry about the run-on, but that’s what this hobby is about. Jack
  16. Never truer words spoken. The human friends I have leaned on for the past 60 years are all gone. My wife of 57 years is also gone, as is my oldest daughter. And, after a life of serving others, I believed retirement would bring the opportunity to serve my own needs for a change. Not so. Along with the freedom to choose, which came with retirement, those things to make choosing an enjoyable undertaking has also diminished in number as time passed. Regardless of our spiritual beliefs, we still need that physical presence to serve as a tether point on which to center our lives. In my case, while my old machines can never replace the comfort and companionship my real life friends afforded, they do do provide a material fixture, which mimics life, and serve as receptacles in which to store my anger and anxieties. Accordingly, I equate their existence and purpose to being more like that I share with my dog than a piece of metal and rubber. For that reason I will never completely “finish” any of my projects because to do so would be like losing another old friend. Jack
  17. My suggestion is that you spend a bit less on a car you apparently hate, and invest in a mattress which affords you a decent nights sleep. I do not like “quotes” because it takes up a lot of space, and it can seem redundant for a popular post. But, criticism deserves recognition, and I think you should have quoted me, and replied to what I said rather than a rant about “rich” people. ”Rich people” build businesses and employs people. Rich people pay massive amounts of tax which allows the government to buy nifty airplanes and submarines. “Rich people” die and leave large sums of money to be redistributed in way which keeps the economy healthy. Most “Rich people” I have known are some of the most reserved people imaginable. Having attained the status of being “rich” they can afford to drop the pretense of even being “likable. ”Poor people” want to be rich, and are willing to subvert the well being of anyone, in any way, to get that way. The issue here, as it relates to the purpose of the AACA forum, is the waning ability to afford to sustain the hobby of antique/classic car hobby. There is no expense related to being “decent”, and it doesn’t take a “rich” person to practice the trait. I am not “rich” or even wealthy, whatever that is compared to. But, I have given away a 1964 MG Midget, a 1963 Mercury Meteor Station wagon, a 1973 Open Road motor home and a lot of antique car parts I found was excess to the projects I was working on. I simply want to buy a transmission for my old panel truck, or a fuel pump for my old Plymouth without having to pay for a rich kid’s college education to get them. My projects, in no way, competes with those undertaken by the more well off, but, by George, I have buried a lot of much younger people who valued profit over satisfaction. Jack
  18. Sure……..I seriously doubt that those making the comments, especially alluding to restoring a 1967 Camero, would even consider owning a 1967 Camero and those considering restoring a Duesenberg costing $125,000.00 were more concerned with white bucks and bell bottom pants. In 1960, in opposition to being 79 years old, I was a rambunctious 16 year old driving a 1941 Dodge sedan. It was customized in that we had painted it, with a paintbrush, in gray primer, painted the wheels white, and had some sexy baby moon hub caps. The primer was a hint that a custom, candy apple red, metal flake, 16 layer, paint job was just around the corner, and that, alone, made it “cool”. Working as a bus boy in a hotel/restaurant netted me .35 cents a hour, which was substantially less after social security and L&I was taken out. But gas was .23 cents a gallon, and the station attendant had a dinging hose across the ramp to let them know to look the other way while we drained the pump hose. It was a Saturday night thing for the Maricopa County Sheriff’s Department and the Phoenix City Police to block off VanBuren street, the main drag through downtown Phoenix, from midnight until three o’clock Sunday morning, while we drag raced to check out the work we had done to our cars during the week. As Van Buren left Phoenix and entered Glendale, we could be sure that a Arizona State Trooper, a Deputy Sheriff or a city policeman would be waiting to critique our run and offer suggestions to tweak our cars performance. No animosity between the teens and law enforcement, even though Phoenix is only a stones throw from the Mexican border, no drugs, and the cost of alcohol was better spent for a new set of plug wires or a replacement for that old distributor cap. Yep, if it were possible to roll back time, look at us now, as compared to who we were in 1960, I seriously doubt we wold be making the same comments. Jack
  19. I will restate the title of this thread for those who have forgotten what it is about. “Project” has now become nearly unaffordable to ever do”. This appears to allude to the financial aspect of restoring a machine, perhaps neglected and broken, to some state of usability. Actually, it points to the fact that we, the participants in the hobby, are the only ones guilty of pricing others out of the hobby. My meager understanding of mathematics still leads me to believe that a person selling used parts for 10 fold the “whole car” price, computes to them making a profit equal to 90% of the actual resale value of the part. That means that the person who needs the part for a project car can’t, or in my case, won’t, pay the ridiculous price asked for the part, and, consequently THEIR project car is neglected to the point where the engine is frozen and the bare metal left to rust……..of course, that is until they strip the bastardized car, and sell the parts from it for 10 times the “whole car” price. The burden of keeping the hobby “affordable” rests wholly on our shoulders, and if it does become a untenable cash cow, we have only ourselves to blame. Would you pay $925.00 for a cracked steering wheel to use on a project truck which is little more than some rusty metal and rotted wood? How about $195.00 for a knockoff door handle for a 100 year old car, or $125.00 for the few inches in diameter escutcheon it needs to look “flashy”. If you have, and are willing to pay $925.00 for a steering wheel which has been bought for $5.00 in a junk yard a few days before, YOU are the problem, not the greedy clown advertising the steering wheel on eBay or Amazon. The sad thing is, that while they get their pockets lined with money from the, not too smart, wealthy, those who do participate in the hobby as therapy or a need to keep active are priced out of the hobby. Is it immoral for someone to use the gullibility and lack of mental acuity of another to line their pockets? Not really….it’s called “enterprise” or even “entrepreneurship”. Does it remove those who are on a limited budget, and have set aside sufficient funds to share a hobby into their infirmity, from the opportunity to lead the formidable or latter part of their lives in dignity? The way you answer says loads about how you value the time you spent reading this. Jack
  20. Great news Xander! They just dumped my Mustang in the street in front of my house. I suppose, by the load of other parts they dumped, which were not with the car when they took it, they realized that they were out of line by stealing the car and wanted to show their remorse. So, since my Mustang, and your Hudson seem to share a common parentage, I feel real comfortable that I can provide a never ending source of, previously extremely rare, restoration parts. I’d rethink the paltry amount of twelve thousand though because “I know what I have, and won’t favor any low ball offers”. Jack
  21. Hello Xander……I know it is a well worn statement, but I had a car similar to your classic Hudson a few weeks ago. I advertised it “as ran when parked” and “totally restorable, missing only a few parts” and “nearly complete, bring a trailer”……and someone did. But it was nearer to midnight than mid day, and, I suppose the addition of “no title-bill of sale only” could have been left off the advertisement without hinting that my car was free for the taking. In fact, the more I look at your car, the more your car looks like mine. The only difference is that yours is a classic Hudson and mine was a classic Mustang. The only figment of truth to this sort of deal is that you sure get your money’s worth if you are looking for a never ending project😁. Jack
  22. My experience with these old machines is that it is easy to over complicate things. These cars was made during a time when was usual to get a tool kit with the car, and it was not unusual for the owner to use them. They were used during a era when the roads were shared with wagons and tractors but not necessarily paved or even graded. In your tool kit, or available from most antique car owners you have a device called a “rim expander”…….and that’s exactly what it does. A few days ago I put new tires on the Fargo Express panel I recently bought. I have no doubt that it had set for over 50 years on either its three rims with shredded tires, and it single rim with no tire. The rims showed signs that the truck had been dragged many times with just the rims supporting it’s weight, and it was no surprise that the rims were dented and bent in several places. When the tires was mounted, the rims refused to go back on the wheel since they more resembled a oval than a circle. With the tire installed and aired up to 35 pounds, I used the rim expander to press out the low spots and bring in the high spots. I can’t guarantee this will work for you but I leave you with the thought that……when working with these old cars, if things seem to be going ok…..you’re doing something wrong. Jack
  23. Hi Talarico8447……….I live in Tacoma, Washington, which is about 38 miles south of Seattle. I call my hobby “reanimation”, rather than “restoration” because I am more intent on bringing a car back from death, than I am decorating a corpse with a lot of bling. I bought a 1923 DB Roadster, as a basket case, from an estate sale in Edgewood, Wa. It is about half way between Tacoma and Seattle, or a distance of about 14 miles. Over the past three years I have spent countless hours of labor, and a amount of money unreachable by a lot of young people today, on the reanimation of the car. I do this for no reason other than why a person paints a “paint by number” picture or knits a sweater they never intend to wear. It is something to do……period. Anyway, I have acquired a few other projects which appreciate my time and efforts, and the DB Roadster is little more that a object which holds my garage floor in place, and is nice to look at occasionally. Over the years I have worked on the Dodge, along with the technical aspects of old car mechanics, I have learned a considerable amount about the gent who was involved in restoration of the Dodge at the time of his death. I learned that the fellow was an avid car restoration expert, and truly loved the machines he worked on. And he only placed the Dodge restoration on hold to build a custom car for his son to use in his work. Thanks to the cyber world, I was able to ascertain the the fellow had a grandson, and the grandson was a self professed fan of classic cars. So, again thanks to the internet I was able to obtain a email address for the grandson, and since the grandfather had shown such a affection for the Dodge, I offered the car to the young (27 years old) man free of charge. The only stipulation I made was that the young fellow come to my home for a brief period of hands on instruction on the (upside down) shift pattern of the transmission, maintenance of car so far as grease and lube requirements, and safe driving of a car with rear wheel only brakes. Shortly, after about a week anyway, I received a email from the fellows Mom. She thanked me for my gracious offer to give the car to her son. She added that he had admired his grandfather, and was very interested in owning the car. All I needed to do was to do a YouTube video of the car in operation. This was to include my required maintenance steps and shift patterns. And I should be particularly careful to pay due attention to operation of the car to include stopping it with limited braking capability. And then I could coordinate a time around the young man’s hectic (he actually would not have time to work on the car) work schedule, to arrange MY dropping off the car in Edgewood. Needless to say, I still have the Dodge, and it, as will any of my other projects, either be given away to a young person capable of demonstrating a interest in the hobby, and a desire to sustain the ability to pursue it or donated a a worthy charity. It has nothing to do with money, but it does have everything to do with ethics and a working desire to invest a bit of one’s self into something other than profit gleaning and approval of others. Jack
  24. Hi JAK………And, the “save me” was not necessarily a cold machine speaking to your brain. But, just maybe it was your brain speaking to your body.
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