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Background
Name: Richard
Gender: Male
Status: Divorced
Location:
Ohio
United States
School:
Attended college and studied engineering with an electical major. Went to several univercitys for specialized training to assist on my jobs.
Work:
Worked in Engineering for a couple companys. Also travelled heavily as a Sales Engineer and spend my last 18 years with Ford Motor Company where I retired.
Quote:
'Success is the ability to go from one failure to another without losing any enthusiasm'

My Journals (2)

MY FIRST CAR

[ A LONG LONG TIME AGO IN A PLACE FAR FAR AWAY......]

DURING THE SUMMER MONTHS I GOT A JOB WORKING AFTER HIGH SCHOOL FOR 97 CENTS PER HOUR (I WORKED MY WAY UP FROM 92 CENTS) AND SAVED AS MUCH MONEY AS I COULD TOWARD THE PURCHASE OF MY FIRST AUTOMOBILE. IT DOESN’T SOUND LIKE IT WOULD BE POSSIBLE BUT THAT YEAR WAS THE LONGEST YEAR OF MY LIFE. I WAS ONLY 15 YEARS OLD AND JUST WAITING TO BE 16, THE LEAGAL AGE OF GETTING A DRIVERS LICSENCE IN THIS STATE.

NEEDLESS TO SAY, IT TOOK SOME TIME TO SAVE ENOUGH TO BE CAPABLE OF PURCHASING ANYTHING THAT WAS DRIVABLE. BUT THE DAY FINALLY ARRIVED I HAD FOUND THE WORLDS MOST FABULOUS CAR AND I HAD FINALLY TURNED 16 AND HAD GOTTEN MY DRIVERS LICSENCE (AND HAD SOME MONEY IN MY POCKET).

I TOLD MY FATHER ABOUT THE CAR THAT I HAD SEEN THAT WAS FOR SALE. I FURTHER TOLD HIM I THOUGHT I HAD ENOUGH MONEY TO PURCHASE THIS CAR BUT I WANTED HIM TO CHECK IT OUT AND GIVE ME HIS OPINION AS TO WEATHER I SHOULD BUY IT OR NOT. I TALKED MY FATHER INTO DRIVING OVER TO THE FELLOWS HOUSE AND WE CHECKED OUT THE CAR. WE EVEN TOOK IT FOR A RIDE. MAN, IT WAS THE NEATEST CAR ANYBODY WOULD LOVE. IT WAS A 1949 MERCURY, TUDOR SEDAN, ALL BLACK WITH WHITE-WALL TIRES !!!

DAD THOUGHT THE CAR WAS JUST FINE. IT DROVE WELL AND LOOKED AS THOUGH IT HAD BEEN WELL MAINTAINED. (THIS WAS ONE OF THE FIRST TIMES ME AND DAD HAD AGREED ON ANYTHING AND I THOUGHT SURE HE WOULD GIVE ME SOME MONEY TO ALLOW ME TO PURCHASE THIS CAR). I GOT THE APPROVAL TO PURCHASE THIS CAR (BUT I DIDN‘T GET ANY MONEY). IT WAS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE. WOW, A COOL CAR. I COULD GO ANYWHERE THAT I PLEASED. FREE AT LAST, FREE AT LAST, OH LORD, FREE AT LAST............

AS I DID NOT HAVE EXACTLY 350 DOLLARS, AND MY FATHER WOULD NOT LOAN ME THE DIFFERENCE, THE OWNER AGREED THE CAR WAS MINE, BUT HE WOULD KEEP IT UNTIL I PRODUCED THE FINAL 50 DOLLARS. HE GAVE ME THE CAR KEYS BUT HE KEPT THE CAR IN HIS DRIVEWAY UNTIL HE RECEIVED THE BALANCE OF THE MONEY.

 

FINALLY THE BIG DAY ARRIVED AND I BROUGHT MY CAR HOME TO MY (ACTUALLY MY FAMILIES) DRIVEWAY. IT WAS FABULOUS ! I SPEND THE REST OF THE DAY “GUNKING” DOWN THE ENGINE, ADDING CHROME NUT COVERS TO THE BOLTS HOLDING DOWN THE FLAT HEADS TO THE BLOCK, AND PAINTING EVERYTHING I COULD SEE UNDER THE HOOD. ...WASHED, POLISHED AND WAXED (SIMONIZED) THE CAR. I THEN WENT INTO THE HOUSE TO CLEAN THE ”CAR” OFF OF ME AND PREPARE TO TAKE MY FIRST RIDE, BY MYSELF, IN MY “NEW” CAR. FREE AT LAST, FREE AT LAST.

NOW CAME AN UNEXPECTED STUMBLING BLOCK. WHEN I CAME DOWN FROM GETTING CLEANED UP, MY FATHER STOPPED ME WITH “HEY MISTER, WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU GOING? ”. I THOUGHT THAT WAS A RATHER DUMB QUESTION, HE KNEW I NOW HAD A CAR. I SAID “ I GOING TO TAKE A LONG RIDE IN MY COOL CAR”. “WHAT ABOUT INSURANCE”, HE SAID ??? ...”INSURANCE” ?

UNFORTUNATELY I COULD NOT DRIVE MY CAR FOR SEVERAL WEEKS UNTIL I COULD COME UP WITH ENOUGH MONEY TO PURCHASE INSURANCE.

AFTER SEVERAL WEEKS I PURCHASED ENOUGH INSURANCE TO DRIVE THE CAR FOR ABOUT 3 MONTHS, (WHICH IS A LONG TIME WHEN YOU’RE ONLY 16 YEARS OLD). I LEARNED THAT FREEDOM IS NOT TOTALLY FREE……

DURING MY NEWFOUND “FREEDOM” I LEARNED MUCH AND MET A LOT OF NEW PEOPLE. ONE PERSON THAT I MET ( NAMED ED) WAS IN THE PROCESS OF CLOSING DOWN A BODY SHOP FOR HEATH REASONS AND WAS IN NEED OF SPACE TO STORE SOME OF HIS EQUIPMENT UNTIL IT WAS SOLD, WHICH WOULD BE IN ABOUT 9 MONTHS. A COUSIN AND I HAD A GARAGE THAT WE RENTED TO WORK ON OUR CARS (WHAT DID WE KNOW) AND WE ALLOWED ED TO STORE ALL OF HIS “STUFF” IN OUR GARAGE “IF” HE WOULD WORK ON OUR CARS FOR US. HE AGREED.

IT DID NOT TAKE VERY LONG UNTIL I WAS DRIVING A CUSTOMIZED ’49 MERC. NOSED AND DECKED, SHAVED DOOR HANDLES (ELECTRIC DOORS), ROUNDED HOOD CORNERS AND DOOR CORNERS FOR A TOTAL COST OF 50 DOLLARS FOR LEAD AND SANDPAPER (NOT COUNTING THE STORAGE IN OUR GARAGE, WHICH WAS BASICALLY NOTHING). ED WAS A TRUE ARTIST, HE EVEN REMOVED THE TAIL LIGHTS, FILLED THE HOLES AND REINSTALLED THE STOCK TAILS LIGHTS AS LOW AS POSSIBLE AND FRENCHED THEM IN (AT THE TIME I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT WORD MEANT).

WHILE THE BODYWORK WAS BEING DONE, I FOUND A NEW JOB AT A GAS STATION WORKING FOR 1.50 PER HOUR (BIG RAISE !). GOT ENOUGH MONEY TO BUY LOWERING BLOCKS TO LOWER THE MERC IN BACK AND, NOT KNOWING ANY BETTER, USED A TORCH TO LOWER THE FRONT AN EQUAL AMOUNT. THE BODYWORK WAS FLAWLESS. AFTER I HAD DONE ENOUGH SANDING (DIRECTED BY ED THE BODY MAN) WE REPAINTED THE CAR BLACK, AS THE BODY WORK WAS PERFECT.

MY FIRST HOT ROD WAS A 1949 MERCURY, TUDOR SEDAN WITH EVERYTHING CUSTOMIZED EXCEPT FOR A CHOPPED TOP. ...AND THAT IS THE TRUTH.

 

MANY LESSONS WERE LEARNED WITH THIS CAR. I INSTALLED SMITTY MUFFLERS, STEEL PACKS, ON MY HOTROD. THE SOUND WAS WAY COOL, BUT UNFORTUNATELY THE LOCAL POLICE DID NOT AGREE. I LEARNED ABOUT TOWING COST AND STORAGE FEES ALSO COURT COSTS. …AGAIN, THE COST OF FREEDOM.

 

ONCE I WAS WASHING THE CAR IN THE DRIVE WAY AND BLASTING THE CAR RADIO AS LOUD AS POSSIBLE TO ENTERTAIN MYSELF AS I FINISHED UP THE DETAILED CLEANING OF THE INSIDE AND THE WINDOWS, I LEARNED ANOTHER LESSON. THE ELECTRIC DOORS WOULD NOT OPEN. I HAD RUN THE BATTERY DOWN SO LOW THERE WAS NOT ENOUGH ENERGY LEFT TO UNLATCH THE DOORS. I SPENT MOST OF THE DAY INSIDE OF THE CAR UNTIL A FRIEND STOPPED OVER AND FOUND ME. WE USED HIS CAR TO JUMP THE BATTERY TO OPEN THE DOORS AND LET ME OUT. I BELIEVE I SPEND ABOUT 6 HOURS INSIDE THE CAR THAT DAY. THE LESSON LEARNED, MAKE SURE YOU HAVE MECHANICAL DOOR HANDLES ON THE INSIDE OF ANY ELECTRICALLY OPERATED DOORS.

ANOTHER LESSON I LEARNED, WHEN ONE OF MY FRIENDS WANTED TO RACE HIS CAR AGAINST MY CAR. DURING THE RACE.....AS I SLAMMED INTO SECOND GEAR, THE GEAR SHIFT LEVER WAS ACTUALLY UP IN SECOND BUT THE FORK INSIDE OF THE TRANSMISSION WAS BETWEEN FIRST AND SECOND GEAR, AT LEAST THAT IS WHAT THE MECHANIC AT THE GARAGE TOLD ME AS HE HANDED ME A BILL FOR 125 DOLLARS (MAJOR MONEY AT THAT TIME IN MY LIFE). THE GARAGE HELD MY “CUSTOM CAR” FOR THE BEST PART OF THE SUMMER UNTIL I COULD PAY THE BILL. THE SECOND TIME SECOND GEAR GOT “BUSTED” I HAD FOUND A FRIEND THAT HAD ONE TRANSMISSION REPAIR UNDER HIS BELT AND TALKED HIM INTO ASSISTING ME ON THE REPAIRS TO MINE (MUCH CHEAPER THAN A GARAGE). I NEVER SAW SO MANY NEEDLE BEARING FALLING TO THE GROUND ! …BUT WE GOT IT FIXED.

BASICALLY MY FIRST CAR WAS MORE OF A “CUSTOM” THAN A “HOT ROD” BUT AT THAT TIME THEY WERE ALL THE SAME. WILD TEENAGERS DRIVING TOO FAST FOR THEIR OWN GOOD. AS A YOUTH I HAD ONE OF THE MOST WANTED LEAD SLEDS IN THE

WORLD BUT HAD NO IDEA THAT SOME DAY THAT CAR WOULD BE WORTH MORE THAN THE PRICE OF A BRAND NEW CAR. I KEPT THIS CAR AND DROVE IT FOR SEVERAL YEARS. EVENTUALLY I SOLD IT FOR 1200 DOLLARS TO A YOUNG FELLOW THAT LIVED IN THE SAME TOWN. AFTER HE BOUGHT THE CAR HE AND HIS FAMILY MOVED AWAY AND I HAVE NEVER SEEN THAT CAR AGAIN. EVERY TIME I SEE A CUSTOMIZED ‘49 MERC, AT A CAR SHOW, I MUST CHECK IT OUT CAREFULLY. ONE DAY, JUST MAYBE, I WILL FIND THAT CAR. THERE ARE SOME THINGS THAT WERE WORKED ON THE CAR THAT I COULD RECOGNIZE, WHEN I FIND IT..........WELL WHO KNOWS.......IT COULD HAPPEN.

THE FUNNY THING IS, TODAY, WHEN I AM DRIVING DOWN THE ROAD IN MY ‘33 FORD HOT ROD COUPE, IT IS AS THOUGH I HAVE TRAVELED BACK TO THAT SAME TIME. THE MUSIC IS PLAYING, INSIDE THE CAR, THE SAME SOUNDS THAT I HEARD ON THE RADIO BACK IN 1956. THE TIME SEEMS TO HAVE GONE BACK TO THAT PLACE FAR FAR AWAY. I GUESS THIS IS THE MAIN REASON I LIKE STREET RODS & STUFF. I DON’T BELIEVE I WILL EVERY LEAVE.....I GUESS I TRULY AM AN ANTIQUE TEENAGER AT HEART.

Added: August 15, 2008
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While sitting around the house one night, a brilliant idea hit me…….I will go out into the garage and build myself a "STREET ROD". Now this was an idea that popped into the head of a grown man with two of his off spring still in college and one high school ! My family, at the time, thought it was a great idea, as I never followed through on any of my other ideas and it just might get me out of their hair for a while. Life is good.

The garage was un-heated and it was late November when I started, so it was cold. I moved the cars out into the driveway to check out the area for space, trying to determine if there was enough room to actually try to do something like that, build a car. Then, what kind of car ? I thought about if for a short while and it hit…………..a T-BUCKET ! Simple, inexpensive (I thought) and easy (?).

With renewed vigor I went back into the cold garage and, armed with a "blue print", actually a picture of a "toy car" (the picture was taken a few years earlier of one of my sons hot-wheels t-bucket cars) and a tape measure, I started in on my project.

Looking at the picture and “guest-a-mating” what size this car should be, I came up with a wheel base of 100 inches. That sounded pretty good. Measured and placed some chalk marks on the floor and, again here is that word, guestimated what the frame should look like. The next day I ordered up some C-channel to use to fabricate the frame. I had a power saw and a grinder to make all the needed cuts and slowly fabricated the parts for the frame. I did not have a welding machine or a torch and at the start of this project did not know how or where I would get the welding completed. But, during the course of working on fabricating parts I was led to a man that had everything needed in a 45 foot trailer and, for 35 bucks and hour, he would come to my garage and perform all of the welding on the frame. Another stumbling block over come !!! Life is good.

"Godzilla" starting to complain about the time I was "WAISTING" out in that cold garage, not only that but I was wasting more time chasing around with some strange people looking all over for car parts. I guess “Do what ever the hell you want” doesn’t mean what I thought. She never thought I was going to spend money foolishly on a bunch of junk !!!! Oh well…one mans’ junk.......

I purchased a complete chromed front end from Total Performance out east and assembled it in the garage. I also had stumbled onto many parts along the way and stacked them in the garage also. With the completely assembled front end and a complete '57 Chevy rear end with 4:11 gears, a multitude of fabricated steel parts laying on the floor and chalk marks all over the floor, it was time to call upon the welder.

Thinking it would take the best part of a day to complete the welding, I had saved enough money to cover his time. He was pleased with all of the fabrication that was done on the parts and everything seemed to fit to his satisfaction, he proceeded to weld everything together as I directed. He surprised me and had everything done in just a couple of hours. Again, life is good.

Now it was getting real cold in the garage, late January, and Godzilla suggested she wanted a new life and was filing for divorce. This was a set back. The sheriff told me I had to leave and much time was lost moving all of the parts, tools, engine & stand out of the garage (in the middle of the night) and finding a new location to continue working on this project along with a new location for me to live as I had been "evicted" from my home. It is a shame the laws are written as they are.............. I found a small garage, with heat, to place all of the parts and sub-assemblies, with just enough room to move around the pile of parts (I also found a place to stay with a running water, a bed and heat).

Now, this project took on a new meaning. It was away of escaping from the troubles of my life. I spent a lot of hours both at work (hiding from my life) and working in the garage on this project. It was the best escape that anyone could ask for, it kept me off the streets and out of the bars. The radio blasting away, tuned to an oldie station, the little "fridge" full of Bud-light, and a “corner” full of "car parts" life was good ! A friend of mine showed up at my door every Saturday morning when I was working in the garage and assisted me on the car as well as helping with the Bud-light. This friend I have had from our high school days. We have seen a lot of water go under the bridge over the years, but building this car was a mile stone in both of our lives. Many times, while lying under, over or around the pile of parts that was to become a "roadster" and listening to a particular song on the radio, for a moment it took us back to another time and another place…………it was like being in a time machine! (We thought of painting that name on the side of the car when it was finished, but, alas, never did follow through.)

The following summer went very fast. Soon it was fall and the leaves were starting to turn and we were at the point of "firing up" that chevy engine for the first time. The headers were made from a kit with glass packed mufflers welded on as part of the header-side pipe assembly. When that engine lit up, it filled the garage with the most mellow tone that either of us had heard for many a year. It sounded like power ! Neither one of us gave any thought to a power to weight ratio at that time. We only thought about the cool sound that reverberated from the end of the pipes. Life was good (and getting better) !!!

Next came the front end alignment, caster was set at 6 to 7 degrees with a very slight toe in, checked all the bolts and nuts (safety wired all the critical nuts and bolts on the front end), checked the brakes (we wanted to be able to stop too) and, even though the head lights and some other items (horn, windshield and other un-needed stuff) were not yet installed, we climbed in for our first test drive. What a thrill that was….. The throttle pedal was set too sensitive and with 4:11 to 1 gears…….. We found this to be true when we backed out onto the street (at idle), placed it in gear and stepped on the gas..

…..we got our first, very personal introduction, to a "T-bucket". If you pushed the gas pedal down to "50 miles per hour" the car started out at 50 mph and not from zero !!! What a surprise ! Made it down that quiet residential street in record time. (To this day I believe the record still stands). The interior was sparse at best, we used an old baby crib mattress for the seat padding and nothing for back padding, just to get it on the road for a trial ride. On a fiberglas T body there is a lip running around the bucket to add strength to the sides. This lip left welts on our backs as the car almost drove out from under us when I stepped on the gas pedal !!! There was no doubt, this car was QUICK, it weighed in at 1425 pound with a real 350 horse power ! Life is good !

We knew another fellow who was building a street-rod and decided to take a short drive passed his place of buisiness and "show off" a little. He was standing outside as we came past his shop and, as we slowly drove past, I punched it……................. it automatically down shifted to low gear and literally shot down the street with the engine roaring and the tires screaming ! Unfortunately there was a police office parked at the corner and witnessed this "death defying" act. As he walked up to the "bucket" he was shaking his head. He looked at my drivers license and asked "Is this your correct birth date" ? It started to get funny. He further asked "Is this safe to drive" ? I suggested to him I would not be driving it if I did not believe it to be safe. Then came the tough questions. "Where are the headlights ?? ...and the windshield ??? I explained to him I didn't need headlights as it was not dark and, the windshield, we both were wearing glasses. At that point the laughter was difficult to hold back. He further asked if the horn at least worked. I told him it did but he could not hear it now as it was home in the garage. We all started to laugh as this picture was getting too funny. He gave me my license and (while laughing out loud) suggested I take this "car" and put it back into the garage, with the rest of the parts and keep it there until everything was installed and safety checked. We thanked him for being so understanding and assured him we were not candidates for the home, just yet. No ticket…….Life is good..

The T-bucket went back into the garage........ A few weeks later the bucket was finished (they are never finished, we just stopped adding parts to them) and has been on the road for over 14 years, it is a shame to even consider selling it. We have gone through so much together ( my friend, the bucket and me). It is like one of the family now. Some times, when I go out into the garage to check on the Budlight, I can almost hear it speak to me. I touch it and it smiles back at me. As I turn off the lights in the garage, I swear I can see a tear in the headlights.

Life is good !!!!!

 

 

Added: June 3, 2008
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