Twisted Shifter

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https://spokane.craigslist.org/cto/d/spokane-model-ford-speedster-fronty/7738078645.html Here’s the real deal. A Model T Speedster from back in the day. A 1920 Model T engine with a Frontenac Overhead conversion. This popular speed accessory increases the horsepower from the original 22hp to 40hp. Manufactured by Louis Chevrolet before he made cars and today is quite rare and highly sought after by Model T enthusiasts. Less than 500 miles on the rebuilt engine with new oversized aluminum pistons and valves and a new balanced SCAT crank. Has a rebuilt Stromberg carburetor and new rear axles and bearings. Transmission has been rebuilt and balanced and has Kevlar bands. New battery and starter. Sale includes the original wooden wheels that are in good condition. Car has Washington State title. email - 377aad441f0234de804da1bfaab36736@sale.craigslist.org

GOOD WORK, SARGENT!

Lots of good parts if you need them...and if you can get them cheaply. You could always cut off the top completely, install seats, and go into the tour bus business.

...and maybe a few other things, just maybe.

Must be a drought or severe water use restrictions in Casper.

Did you mean WTF or FTW? Either way, welcome to the 21st century.

I would think an auto parts dealer such as Napa or an exclusive battery retail outlet would have the specific information you need. You might want to contact or join The International Mercury Owner's Association. https://www.mercuryclub.com/

It's about $26k in US dollars. Not many Impala convertibles that nice under $30K.

I know this is a nit, and that these pictures are of a sedan, but shouldn't the rear bumper have guards/over riders? Also, are the tail light housings supposed to be all chrome or partially painted? I had a 1936 V-8 years ago and the exhaust manifolds were enameled. Were they no longer enameled by 1938?

Tacoma Washington earthquake, April, 1949

In a 4-door ?? You'd be laughed off the street out west even if you were the first one to the next stoplight. 4-door Chevys do have a purpose, though: they are good donor cars!

My life-long and recently deceased buddy, Ron, at fifteen, owned a very similar Cushman in the late '50's'. It ran, but barely. Smoke, noise and a rusted body never stopped him, though. Together, we logged many a mile that we could never have covered on our bikes. One time we tried to "visit" a radar installation on an unpopulated hill top. Despite the lack of compression, the old scooter made it up the first few grades without any complaints. But the next switch back proved to be more than it could handle with the two of us aboard. No problem. That hard metal "back seat" was always uncomfortable, so walking was not unwelcome. No problem in the speed department either as I could keep up quite well as the Cushman and Ron ground along at a snail's pace beside me. However, that didn't last long. Beyond the next turn was a significant incline. The old scooter refused to carry any weight but it's own. Ron walked, too, coaxing it along like a stubborn mule. Another switchback and we both had to push and try to keep the engine running at the same time to make any headway. Finally the engine quit and we were exhausted. Making lemonade from our lemon of an adventure, without even seeing the rotating radar antenna up close, we made a U-turn, hopped back on, and zipped down the hill at what felt like exceeding the land speed record for motor scooters. Another time as we were putting down a city thoroughfare, we heard and felt loud rumblings thundering up behind us. Not a bus or a truck, but about thirty Hell's Angels in full regalia riding the biggest, loudest Harley choppers imaginable. At first, they all lined up behind us as we led the parade down the street. In the next block, two cycles moved up, one on each side of us and the rest three abreast behind us for a block or two. Their last move was to zoom ahead and form a single line ahead with the Cushman at the very end of the line, all the time maintaining the scooter's reluctant but brave pace. A block later, in an ear-splitting roar, they were off like the proverbial ghost riders in the sky, to be seen no more. Once we arrived at home, I believe clean underwear was in order. Forgive the personal nostalgia, but seeing this craigslist ad after all these years, I just needed to share these memories and reminiscences of an old timer.