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    Rims from?

    in What is it?

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    5 hours ago, CHuDWah said:

    ......Can't see enough of one in lower left corner to tell for sure but it may be 28-29 - similar to 30-31 but 21-inch and smaller hub.

    From what I can see, not much, don't think it's 28/29 Ford. Looks to have adjustable spokes, whereas the 28/29 Ford, and 30/31 all had welded spokes. Also looks to have a smaller hub than a 28/29, possibly a splined hub.

    Dietrich Individual Customs - 32/33/34

    in Packard

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    3 hours ago, packard12man said:

    Not a buyer - Not a seller - Just a fan - Recently I stumbled across this interesting Dietrich story on the net that was posted by John Harley (who I would thank if I could find him).  

    John Harley is sometimes on the PackardInfo Website. Join that site, post this story there and he'll likely respond. 

    The Night Santa Borrowed my Buick!

    in General Discussion

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    10 hours ago, Dandy Dave said:

    I got a request for a Down Under version for Packard collectors. I think this will work.

     

    The Night Santa Borrowed my Packard!

    T'was a stormy Christmas eve and all though the land, nothing was stirring but an old beer can.

    It must have been tossed out the window by a red neck passer by. Man, Lucky for him it didn't hit my Packard, or I would have had to make that mate Cry!

    Half asleep was I, when all of a sudden, up on my roof top there was clank, a clunk, and a clatter, Then against my chimney, I swear I heard a big splatter!

    I heard someone yelling, Oh screw. Looks like some mate switched my reindeer with a Roo!

    It was muffed, so I couldnt be sure. But I think he cussed, a few swear words.

    Heavy footsteps I heard upon the roof, and the thought ran though my mind, This guy must be a goof.

    With a mighty leap, he sprang and, down my chimney he came.

    I had hoped he wouldn't get stuck in my flue. Being so fat I'm sure he would of stuck like glue.

    I stood there and saw him all covered in soot, good thing the fire wasn't lit or he could of burned his foot.

    He stood there and looked at me with a grin while licking the soot off of the beard on his chin.

    Mmmmmm, He replied maple and oak is what you last burned mate. For all I've done for you, Now I need a turn.

    Old buddy, old pal, old mate of mine, it seems I have a problem. I think it started down the street with some mate who was unkind.

    Must have been in something in the brownies that them hippies left. Or it could have been the milk that was spiced with rum. Whatever it was, it made me rather Tipsy, and left my mind feeling real numb.

    I don't have much time so I'll get right to it. I'm going to need the keys for your old Packard. Not just any car will do it. I need one that will take us, straight eight on through it.

    I thought for a moment, and then exclaimed, What if you scuff up my paint and chrome? And Those tinkering little elves you picked up in Gnome. They'll screw with my tune up with they're little short thumbs, and get my upholstery full of cookie crumbs.

    And you'll surely break my springs with your mighty load, as you take her on down the road.

    She aint no Ute out on a toot mate.

    And Jolly Red said with a laugh, Not to worry mate, We'll treat her first class. Do not despair. It won't be so tragic. I'll just sprinkle her with a little Christmas magic!

    OK said I, But I'm coming along. And tell the elves to keep it down. I'm tired of hearing that Jingle Bell song!

    Quick as a flash, the shed door flew open. Santa looked to see how I was coping. She sat there glistening and gleaming just like she was all dressed up for a Christmas greeting.

    Packed full of presents and all, with a motor so strong it just wouldn't stall, we mates piled in and to my surprise, that magic dust made her fly.

    Around the world we made it in one night. The old Packerd was safely home by early morning light.

    Just like Saint Nick promised, Not a nick, or dent, or scratch was upon it. I think it was the elves that put me to sleep, They really do give me the creeps.

    The next day when I looked under the tree, there was a bottle of Lark, and a card left for me. Thanks for everything is what it said. I could not have done it without your beautiful old sled.

    PS. We cleaned up the mess on the roof . Sorry about the goof! I didn't think the Roo would have pooped! MERRY CHRISTMAS to y'all, Your old pal, Santa Clause!

    Yeah, I wrote it myself mates. :D

    A Dave Brennan Original. 2006, Edited for the down under version 2022. 

    Thank you Dave!👍 Might change the referenced beverage from "Lark" to Bundy. Bundaberg Rum or Bundy as it's colloquially known Australia wide would probably be a better reference. 

     

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