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earthman
Fascinated by rolling objects!
bob wish I had your poetry expertise
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I think I'm having more fun at 77 than I did at 17[S
I know for sure i am Soltz
lazarat
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Its a great show, free Krispy Cremes and coffee, good DJ. Yes I don't fit in either.
I went to Brooksville Leadfoot once with a crew car-a-van, I go to Ellenton Shake station, which is close to Sarasota, and Oldtown/Promenade once in a while, but 14 MPG hurts at these prices. I am hoping to catch the Rockabilly if they have it again in Mount Dora.
Yesterday was Strawberry Cruise, I have taken to driving my pickup with bike, bike back to pick up car and get a spot....because...
Everybody wants to be in the shade of the big downtown oaks, me and crew included, yesterday I got there at 7:30AM, the lawn chair space savers are already there, and I save a spot or two. Show is not suppose to start until 3PM! Already filling by 10AM
My truck is nearby so I can run errands or back to house if need be and not lose the spot.
lazarat
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Here is my story of the inspection station
In Florida, early seventies like most of the nation
It was my 48 Dodge coupe, needs annual check
The flathead 6 ran great, and fun as all heck
Its a drive through deal, in the car you stay
and go through the system before you pay
mirror to check under, lights, and horn
a front end jack to check steering thats worn.
Its a half hour to close, but I have time
I just hope my brakes will stop on a dime..
So there is the quick stop for brakes
gauges measure what each wheel takes...
...to stop the damn car. here is how:
You drive to the guy, he waves his hand and now,
You slam on the brakes and hope you don't fail
But fail I did, and now I wail.
I have 15 minutes, and under car I go
to quick adjust the brakes, little did I know
That they would fail once again! What the heck,
Around back again to adjust, what a pain in the neck.
This time I tightened so tight, the car I had to floor
to get it to move and hope to get passed out the door
Its five minutes to closing, I'm now last in line
Now its my turn to hope all is fine
I floored the car, barely made it to the guy,
who waves his hand down, and my oh my...
I NEVER HIT THE BRAKES! The car stopped much quicker
The guy says I passed! I suppressed my snicker
So out the garage I go, had to floor it to move,
but I got my sticker! now back in my groove.
Of course I unadjusted, to get this thing to roll
But I still tell this story, to a lot of LOL
In Florida, early seventies like most of the nation
It was my 48 Dodge coupe, needs annual check
The flathead 6 ran great, and fun as all heck
Its a drive through deal, in the car you stay
and go through the system before you pay
mirror to check under, lights, and horn
a front end jack to check steering thats worn.
Its a half hour to close, but I have time
I just hope my brakes will stop on a dime..
So there is the quick stop for brakes
gauges measure what each wheel takes...
...to stop the damn car. here is how:
You drive to the guy, he waves his hand and now,
You slam on the brakes and hope you don't fail
But fail I did, and now I wail.
I have 15 minutes, and under car I go
to quick adjust the brakes, little did I know
That they would fail once again! What the heck,
Around back again to adjust, what a pain in the neck.
This time I tightened so tight, the car I had to floor
to get it to move and hope to get passed out the door
Its five minutes to closing, I'm now last in line
Now its my turn to hope all is fine
I floored the car, barely made it to the guy,
who waves his hand down, and my oh my...
I NEVER HIT THE BRAKES! The car stopped much quicker
The guy says I passed! I suppressed my snicker
So out the garage I go, had to floor it to move,
but I got my sticker! now back in my groove.
Of course I unadjusted, to get this thing to roll
But I still tell this story, to a lot of LOL
smallfoot
He's rockin' the "Nuttin Special"!
Laz, I remember those days! In O-town you had only 4 inspection stations and at first, the inspections were twice a year. The powers that were at the time had no clue what kind of cluster-f##k they started. Their few minutes with each vehicle induced lines so long you just couldn't make it through before they closed again. I believe they changed it to once a year to be able to do it. It was still screwed up.
I drove a 1942 Ford Jeep at the time. They had rules against broken windshields so I took mine off. They didn't require windshields. That scooted me thru two different problems that would have failed me. First the cracked windshield that was present when bought and that idiotic vacuum wiper that would only work when you were at throttle and let off at speed to produce enough vacuum to make them move. My only other worry was my emergency brake. You know, the old ones that had a single shoe arrangement that captured a drum at drive shaft. I did something similar to you. Tightened the brakes down tight and placed a big spring for handle release under the dash. I had to throttle up to move also! But by their instructions you were to put the E-brake on and try to ease off from a stop. I pulled the handle with a forcible jerk, placed the tranny in 3rd gear and eased off the clutch,,, died at dead still and a pass from the state.
I drove a 1942 Ford Jeep at the time. They had rules against broken windshields so I took mine off. They didn't require windshields. That scooted me thru two different problems that would have failed me. First the cracked windshield that was present when bought and that idiotic vacuum wiper that would only work when you were at throttle and let off at speed to produce enough vacuum to make them move. My only other worry was my emergency brake. You know, the old ones that had a single shoe arrangement that captured a drum at drive shaft. I did something similar to you. Tightened the brakes down tight and placed a big spring for handle release under the dash. I had to throttle up to move also! But by their instructions you were to put the E-brake on and try to ease off from a stop. I pulled the handle with a forcible jerk, placed the tranny in 3rd gear and eased off the clutch,,, died at dead still and a pass from the state.
bob w
Still crazy after all these years!
Now that's funny
MercuryMac
Builder Junky!
Dang good poem, Laz. ------ Except you reminded me of all of the inspections I went through.
Smallfoot, as we speak, I am making one of those E-brakes that is a drum and band, on the driveshaft.
Smallfoot, as we speak, I am making one of those E-brakes that is a drum and band, on the driveshaft.
lazarat
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Thanks Mercmac,
Smallfoot: Thats funny. But then they came out with that other failure:
The emissions testing. Failure would be a 300PPM if I remember correctly, My 87 Grand prix with 110 k and the 305 blew a 7. A waste of taxpayer dollars. Who would drive a smoker into an emissions testing inspection??
Now no inspections at all.
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Smallfoot: Thats funny. But then they came out with that other failure:
The emissions testing. Failure would be a 300PPM if I remember correctly, My 87 Grand prix with 110 k and the 305 blew a 7. A waste of taxpayer dollars. Who would drive a smoker into an emissions testing inspection??
Now no inspections at all.
.
bob w
Still crazy after all these years!
Quiet here lately. This one will be in parts. More to follow when it is written.
Hello hot rod my old friend.
I've come to talk with you again.
Something to say that I dread.
No, I'm not leaving you for dead.
Before we get to that.
Just want to sit with you and chat.
I remember when I was a kid.
Behind Gramp's barn, that's where you hid.
Once I got rid of that old beehive.
I'd sit behind the wheel, pretend to drive.
To a little city boy.
You were a wonderful toy.
The years went by, boy they flew.
As a youth Gramp's gave me a .22.
On warm summer days I'd line up cans of tin.
I knew to shoot at you would be a sin.
A few years later I turned seventeen.
And became aware of the hot rod scene.
There was a picture in Hop Up magazine.
Of a roadster like you that was so pristine.
No fenders and channeled, I loved how it looked.
It was in that moment that I was hooked.
The thought of you sitting behind the barn.
If you could talk you'd spin many a yarn.
Gramps said when you were new.
He would polish you to a shiny hue.
Sunday morning in the summer heat.
To church you'd go, Gramps in the driver seat.
Gram along side feeling so proud.
Hot, dusty wind, nary a cloud.
Oh the stories Gramps would tell.
We'd sit on the porch, I'd listen for a spell.
For a good ten years you had a ball.
Then something broke, it was your downfall.
Well, I guess that's all for now.
If I stay any longer the missus will have a cow.
I'll be back when I recover.
More memories we will rediscover.
Until then you will have to put up with.
The sound of silence.
Hello hot rod my old friend.
I've come to talk with you again.
Something to say that I dread.
No, I'm not leaving you for dead.
Before we get to that.
Just want to sit with you and chat.
I remember when I was a kid.
Behind Gramp's barn, that's where you hid.
Once I got rid of that old beehive.
I'd sit behind the wheel, pretend to drive.
To a little city boy.
You were a wonderful toy.
The years went by, boy they flew.
As a youth Gramp's gave me a .22.
On warm summer days I'd line up cans of tin.
I knew to shoot at you would be a sin.
A few years later I turned seventeen.
And became aware of the hot rod scene.
There was a picture in Hop Up magazine.
Of a roadster like you that was so pristine.
No fenders and channeled, I loved how it looked.
It was in that moment that I was hooked.
The thought of you sitting behind the barn.
If you could talk you'd spin many a yarn.
Gramps said when you were new.
He would polish you to a shiny hue.
Sunday morning in the summer heat.
To church you'd go, Gramps in the driver seat.
Gram along side feeling so proud.
Hot, dusty wind, nary a cloud.
Oh the stories Gramps would tell.
We'd sit on the porch, I'd listen for a spell.
For a good ten years you had a ball.
Then something broke, it was your downfall.
Well, I guess that's all for now.
If I stay any longer the missus will have a cow.
I'll be back when I recover.
More memories we will rediscover.
Until then you will have to put up with.
The sound of silence.
soltz
The Rat Captain
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