awhile back we had a post on here mentioning driving 'three on the tree'
That got me to thinking of rides in my past
age 13, dad gave me a 51 Willis Overlander, two wheeled drive with blown motor. With a fistful of dads tools, and a block and tackle hanging from a tripod I fashioned from polls I cut in the woods and dragged into the yard. I pulled the six-cylinder Hercules F head, dismantled it, took the crank to local NAPA machine shop. With crank restored, installed in block and with borrowed ring compressor installed pistons with new rings. Put back together and reinstalled in the Willis. Since I was not old enough to drive it on the road, my brother and I beat that poor machine to death running it through the woods.
Before I had driver's license, I owned the Willis, '55 Chevy, '54 Pontiac (straight 8, auto), '55 Chevy wagon, and a '56 Buick special. The buford came before I had a License, but I still had it when I became legal to drive on the road. It got rolled over one fateful Halloween.
Then came the '60 Chevy. six cylinder three on the floor. Yep, I modified a salvaged floor shifter and converted it. It worked, but the shifting pattern was wrong, reverse and first was backwards. I drove it for a while, until my dad discovered it and ha a fit. wouldn't let me drive it until I made it right. It met its end one summer evening after we had a bad storm, trees down everywhere. I left it setting idling with just the parking brake on while started to clear some downed tree limbs. I heard a 'click' an turned to see my car coming at me! Going too fast for me to catch it. watched it run through the downed trees, and it hit square on into a concrete culvert.
------------- I am still confident of this; I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord. Ps 27
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