I love it! But at this point in my life it is a fun thing. 30 years ago I would have looked at it as a money pit. My ex BF bought this today, he also has an antique fire truck.
__________________
Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
I can see you driving it down main street in the town parade!
Oh I so doing that! It has suicide doors. now none of you young;s get upset by that term, it was a real description prior to 1970, not sure of the background.
__________________
Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
The suicide doors were a hold over from carriages. They earned the name by being dangerous in the early days of motorized vehicles.
__________________
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
The problem with antique vehicles is the cost of getting them running and fixing them up.
I remember my father going to the dump one Saturday morning and returning home with a broken down boat on a rickety trailer. My mother ran into the house crying.
__________________
Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
I'd help him polish it up to an awesome
shine, then go on line to find a period
costume to go with it! Big hat, lots of
flowers, and a parasol. Can you imagine
how much fun it would be to decorate
this beauty?
He'd have to be in charge of fixing it up
so it could take part in the local parades.
The hardest thing would be finding parts
and tires.
I'd help him polish it up to an awesome shine, then go on line to find a period costume to go with it! Big hat, lots of flowers, and a parasol. Can you imagine how much fun it would be to decorate this beauty?
He'd have to be in charge of fixing it up so it could take part in the local parades. The hardest thing would be finding parts and tires.
Bonnie and Clyde?
__________________
Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Ok. I'm changing my answer, cause, first, I'd have to have a spouse.
And the thought of being married again causes a head to toe shudder.
So, if my spouse brought that home, I'd be having a nightmare, and hopefully I'd wake up!
__________________
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
So my friend is a retired fire fighter. House paid off, and drives a school bus which he seems to enjoy. He knows lots of people that love working on old cars. Give them the money for the parts and it gets fixed. Labor is minimal. I ride in the fire truck and it is fun but can't wait for this one to be drive-able. I figure I will drive this one to the car shows so he can drive the fire truck.
__________________
Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
well, if my lady brought this home would tell her " it's your baby! "--we look at probably 2,500-3,000 vehicles a week at the two big auctions we attend--stood in the lane and watched a ferrari run yesterday--not my color but had only 5k miles and was drop-dead gorgeous--the bidding started @ $175k and she pulled my head down close to her where she could speak directly in my ear: " keep your hands in your pockets, baby. "--she knew i was tempted something fierce but managed to get away without buying the damned thing--there are only a few that can really light me up--fortunately, this one was the wrong color--otherwise, holy hell
__________________
" the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing. "--edmund burke
well, if my lady brought this home would tell her " it's your baby! "--we look at probably 2,500-3,000 vehicles a week at the two big auctions we attend--stood in the lane and watched a ferrari run yesterday--not my color but had only 5k miles and was drop-dead gorgeous--the bidding started @ $175k and she pulled my head down close to her where she could speak directly in my ear: " keep your hands in your pockets, baby. "--she knew i was tempted something fierce but managed to get away without buying the damned thing--there are only a few that can really light me up--fortunately, this one was the wrong color--otherwise, holy hell
I so want to meet you and your lady!
__________________
Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.