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I think the paint for wood wheels needs to be semi-pervious. If they start squeaking you can pee on them to quiet them some. A sealing paint would shed the moisture. Bernie

Once. Back in the 1980's I was at the Dunkirk Spring Swap Meet and bought a Corvair Turbocharger for $15. She said "If my husband is going to leave me here alone while he runs around looking for parts all day that's what I'm selling it for." She seemed quite satisfied with the sale. Bernie

If you are using an American made golf tee in Australia I think you have to turn it around. Then it won't stretch the hose. Bernie

"When the next person asks if I saved the stock wheels for my Buick convertible the WHOLE BUICK CLUB is going on the Naughty List!

" As the memory capabilities of GM's leadership and such have decreased exponentially from even 10 years ago" My company will be 10 years old in November... but we don't do transmixers.

I had a stack of Chevy and Olds Jam Handy records converted to CD's a few years back. No Buicks, but I think the ;64 or '65 Olds one told how to promote the Rocket V8 over the Wildcat. They recommended asking "Wildcat? What's that run on, fish or cat food?" Those boys play rough! Buick didn't seem to make a lot but here's a link to start you: https://www.discogs.com/label/380688-The-Jam-Handy-Organization Keywords are Buick Jam Handy Bernie

Got the car and the house number. Is Stephen home?

Think they kept those updated transmission parts on the shelf next to the steering intermediate shafts they used for 20 years as well. I can understand a part needing a redesign, but a reputation of failure year, after year, after year, until it runs into decades seems common. From a hobbyist and preservationist standpoint, at least a lot of things are predictable. And I like GM cars. Knowing these and other long standing issues has been a deciding factor in some collector car opportunities. But abstinence, though my best choice, has not always been the one I was happiest with. Bernie

It is a FWD 4l65E, kind of an adaptation of the 4L60E. For 20 years GM has been using a sun gear shell (we called them a drum, but these things break like egg shells) that is so bad an aftermarket company makes a durable one that is a standard replacement in all but dealer shops, 'cause the dealers don't know yet. Duh. Yours may be partly stripped or cracked on the spot welds, causing the clutches to grip erratically. When the shell breaks completely you will lose reverse, it will shift from first to third skipping second, and will not go into fourth. It costs about 2,000 bucks to learn that but an aftermarket drum is included with the course. So you only have to fix it once. Complete failure, when it happens, is about 110,000 miles. Yours might come early because "mysterious" symptoms are showing. Amazing, aftermarket companies are actually in business making internal transmission parts, intake, and exhaust manifolds. Stuff we never imagined would ever need replacement. Here is the replacement for the factory part that goes bad: http://www.americanpowertrainwarehouse.com/4l60e-4l65e-4l70e-4l75e-700r4-transmission-sun-gear-shell-the-monster-with-washer-hardened-steel-fits-82/ Bernie

I have watched that same story unfold many times. One great thing your local chapter members can do is form a delegation to sit down with members who tend to leave quarter tips from an old leather change purse or calculate, to the penny, a lunch bill for the group. Those would be the first ones to get a little consultation from their friends about what they are setting the family up for. Starting in the hobby at 11 years old had always put me in an older social group and it was noticeable. I purposely held an evening job as an apprenticeship instructor to associate with younger people during my 30's and 40's. You get so you can recognize the types. A herd of goats look pretty much alike driving by a field, but the farmer who owns then knows each one; not that the car hobby is like a herd of old goats. Bernie

I really did almost die in January 2012. I have been prepared for over 20 years. Some people may remember Speed Grecco on RT20 near Darien Lake, south of Buffalo. He died leaving "stuff" and cars in the early 1990's. I went over to the sale with a friend. Things were piled all over. I think the lawyer and the Daughter were there pricing and selling things. Out of all the piles and cars I found a hard cover book that looked like an interesting night's reading. I asked the price, thanked whichever gave me the quote, and waited for Frank Jenkins, the Model A expert who I rode over with. On the way back I thought to myself "what an awful thing to do to one's heirs.", leave all that stuff with the idea it was worth some unspecified great amount. I cleaned up my garage, sold and threw out a lot of just plain junk. And I have been doing that about every five years since. I have also had a number of discussions with my wife about the value of what is out there in the garage and the fact that everything was a discretionary purchase centered on my hobby. At 7:20 PM 12/27/2016 it owes her or me nothing. The hobby was not my livelihood, not an investment, not a financial hedge; just a hobby. She knows the people I think a lot of and I have told her if someone wants a car and they are on the "white hat" list, let them have it with our best wishes. The same goes for the tools, books, and collectibles. For me to sell off some with the knowledge of what it is and the value I want in MY pocket while I am breathing is known. There is even a little sport if I sell to those not on the white hat list. Otherwise, the sale of that stuff by the uniformed and the uninitiated is a big injustice on my part. It is a great big PIA for them and really very expensive and time consuming to sell, especially with a misplaced perception of what my feelings about the stuff weighted against my feelings for them. When they got my paycheck they got the part that really mattered. The stuff in the garage is icing and a small percentage of a life's earnings. My Wife knows. A couple of years ago she went with me and got to see a car I was thinking about buying. I forget where the money was coming from, maybe a pickup load I bought in a friend's garage. I know the cupboard was full of groceries for another cash source. She watched me look the project car over and talk with the owner. We got back in my truck and she simply stated "I thought you weren't going to buy any more work." SHE GOT IT! She knows what it is and how easy it will be to divest herself of it all. I am happy. She has inherited perspective. A lot of old car guy widows haven't been so lucky. Bernie

Comparing apples to apples is not always as easy as it sounds. I wonder who said it first. Bernie

There it is "Repair of Robespierre ", everyone connected with the production is dead. Robespierre was the name Iris and Violet had given to their Buick convertible. Each time they drove it there was an elaborate pilot/copilot scene between the Aunts. 1961 was my first year of High School so I had a pretty good level of awareness and retention at the time. In September of 1959 I had bought my first issue of Rod & Custom, the small format with the yellow coupes on the cover. My Grandmother, who was the matriarch of the O'Brien side of the family drove a black 1954 Roadmaster at the time and all the sons-in-aw strove to own a Buick to gain her favor. It is easy to see the two old maids left an impression. And I owned my first 1939 Buick right around that time. I probably should have hunted that car down in the 1970's and bought it, but I had two more during those years and I missed buying two convertible coupes within ten miles of me, as well. Maybe I can track down a little more now. Thanks, Bernie

I've heard some bad stories about the screws with a rubber hose. And shining a bright light on things at the same time. Bernie

I took that to mean 3 degrees advance at idle. Without a book that sounds OK. And pick up a couple sets of vacuum caps so you can cap the carb port. I don't think mechanics golf. I might have one tee in my ignition drawer. And I don't care to stick a gnarly old screw into the hose. Sounds fussy, but I was a PIA before there were acronyms. Bernie

I remember the show very well. I would like to see scenes from the particular show where his Aunts took their '39 or '40 Buick 4 door convertible into a shop for a tune up. Buddy had told them it needed the works. So they took it to a nice young man who ran a speed shop. They told him the "works" and their Nephew said to do it. It came back with multiple carbs, loud exhaust, and flames. Memory keeps telling me it was Von Dutch who played the shop owner. Huh, the communication didn't get across. Buddy got the flames buffed off, but the mods remained. I would like to see only that episode or information about the car. It seems as elusive as the copy of Tobacco Road I found back in the VHS days. Someone in the Buick Club must still own that car. Bernie

The Buddy stuff is easy enough to find. All the context about the Buick going to the speed shop is missing. That was the good part. And I would bet the car is still around. Iris and Violet used to go through quite a procedure getting that car out. Bernie

Two important things about pricing a car: 1. It has to be priced high enough to give the perception of value. 2. It has to be priced high enough so the buyer doesn't treat the purchase too lightly. These are considerations I make for the sake of the car's future. It's a tough job, but someone has to ask enough to look out for the car. Bernie

The title said "What We All Enjoy Doing" Profane? Needs explaining in detail.

Honest, There were six turkey vultures around a deer carcass that refused to move for us until I got within a few feet so my Son could take a picture of the bare bones. Your donation of just $19 per month can get fresh dog meat delivered to those sad eyed vultures. As to the Owls, ever take apart an owl pellet? The little cuddly things killed and ate everything that moved last night. Reminds me, I came home one night and my Wife was sitting on the couch crying as a male polar bear floated away on a block of ice while the female and cubs went hungry in their den. When I said "Bad day for the bears, good day for the seals" things kind of went downhill. Thanks for the compliment on the car. The greenhouse gases from its manufacture have been incinerated during nuclear surface testing over the years. And we are watching them. A couple of years ago I heard that the FBI was sent to investigate a perceived lack of attention by the Border Patrol. Some of us locals were suspicious of the actions of the undercover FBI... and reported them to the Border Patrol. Just helping out, you know. There was an "err, ummm" over that one. Then there was the terrorist who snuck across the border and checked into a motel. In the morning he found a local paper by his door. Looking through he found an ad "1976 Chevy 4X4, Big Block, 38" mudders, will go anywhere. Cash or trade for guns." He was a bit unnerved and had that "No, this is not Kansas." feeling.

To carenare the vineyard or ram through the cornfield; the pleasure belongs to the perpetrator.

Today's newspaper? They still make those things? Bernie

I stopped at a friend's city car shop once on my lunch break; black oxford shoes, gray sport coat and slacks. The two guys working didn't know me, but with all the Sir's tossed around and politeness, I figured out real quick they thought I was a cop. "He's not here now, Sir, but we can call his Sir. He's not far away, Sir." I said "No, that's OK. Just tell him I stopped in about the morals charges." "Yes, Sir, we'll tell him as soon as he gets back." Unquestioned credibility. Those 1930's blackwall car buyers were a lot of second and third generation immigrant farmers and factory workers, way too conservative to pay for white walls. My Wife is a first US born generation from Danish farm immigrants. Way too close to the old ones for that sort of extravagance. Whitewalls have always been a demographic, ethnic thing. The O'Brien side of the family had whitewalls on their hay wagons. Bernie

Send me a PM if you want to get that napkin notarized. We can see Toronto from this side of the Lake, so I must have heard it. (Like the Alaska car on TV that the Russians hear.).

Apollo shots? I helped recover Apollo 8 then Nixon got in on 11. At one minute you can see my ship in the vid. I'm the guy in white.