Good one Bart,
That beats the heck out of my story. Let's see some more.
Jack.
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Good one Bart,
That beats the heck out of my story. Let's see some more.
Jack.
I think I may have told this before but it fits the MO of this thread.
When I was building my panel truck, once I got it running I thought I'd run it across town (pop 500) to the elevator to see what it weighed. I don't remember what the scales said but I do remember getting pulled over by the town cop about 2 blocks from making it back to the shop. He never did give me a ticket, but he did take up about 45 minutes of my time explaining why I shouldn't be driving this thing with NO plates, NO working brake lights, or Turn signals, NO sheet metal from the firewall forward, OPEN headers and Stack Hilborn injection off a sprint car. To compound the problem I had to ask him if he would let me drive the last 2 blocks to the shop before I shut it off because I know it won't fire back up hot. I had to yell this request a couple times because I couldn't get my voice to carry very well over the open headers. This was the early 70's....before they took this stuff so serious. :LOL:
Pro70,
Sounds very familiar. Ah, to live those days again.:eek: My story took place in 1961.:cool:
Jack.
1978, new to driving recently licensed, driving friends Plymouth Satelite! We were big into getting air back then, Decided to try the Dukes of Hazard up in the Barryessa hills. Came up a tall hill gunning it, got air, and noticed the road turned, and didn't go straight as I thought I remembered!, turning the steering wheel in mid air didn't turn the car!:LOL:
Fortunately we stayed on the road and survived to live another act of stupidity another day!:LOL::LOL:
I guess we have all done dumb things that in hindsight we wouldn't do today. During the gas crunch in the mid 70's everyone was scrambling to get their hands on as much gas as possible. We had a 64 Corvair convertible and I had 4 more Corvairs stored for parts to keep it alive. I took a second Corvair gas tank and installed it on top of the first gas tank and hooked up a selector valve so I could choose which tank to draw from. I would pull into a station on my designated day (remember odd and even days?) , pop the hood (trunk) and quickly pump in 30 gallons (or whatever the capacity of two tanks were.......I forget) and close the hood real fast before the station attendant became aware that a Corvair really shouldn't hold that much gas.
I usually got a strange look from them as I was paying because they couldn't understand how it held that much gas.:D Now, though, I shudder to think we were driving around with that much fuel in the nose of an already questionable car in a collision. :eek:
Don
wow don. i bet thinking about what could have happened in that corvair gives you cold chills.
Well, at least my ex-Wife drove it most times.
THAT'S A JOKE.............I'M ONLY KIDDING! :LOL::LOL::LOL::LOL:
Don
I rember when the gas crunch hit back in the early 70's and I was going to marthas Vineyard, Mass to catch a ferry at Woods Hole. We put a 5 gallon of gas in the back of my brother in laws station wagon in case we ran short as alot of stations were close. We got on the boat, went up to the snack bar to get a couple of beers when we heard the loud speaker asking for whoever car with license # --- to report to the Captain. Well it was my brother in Laws car and they happened to see the gas can even though we had put it under some clothes. They wouldn't sail with the gas in the wagon and I had to leave it at the dock and you know darn well it wasn't going to be there when we got back. The whole boat crew and passangers were pissed at us for holding up the boat 15 minutes.:(