Why?????


After Dad died, Mom used to ship me off to Gran's place for the summer just to be rid of me for awhile. Working farm, the old homestead.

Anyways, they still had the old wood stoves and I "inherited" the job of keeping the stovewood and the kindling boxes full. Quickly learned the value of a sharp axe and how to put an edge on it (hand crank grindstone).

Took awhile longer to learn which wood was stovewood (maple, birch, beech and other hardwoods) and which was kindling (fir, spruce and cedar,etc).

Believe it or not, I was quite proud the first time I was allowed to actually split firewood (by hand with an axe). There is actually a right and a wrong way to do this. I still wince when I see someone doing this in TV and movie westerns. They invariably do it the wrong way. :D

Bet you never seen those tv stars break a sweat either! Now operation of one of those hand crank grindstones takes some art and patience...Most of my axles,rakes,pitch forks, shovels got the handles broke out of them from foolishness...However I just used old pieces of pipe and installed in them.... you know old water pipe materials most throw away.....Those tools now become indestructible. At the time my thought was sure like to see you destroy that handle now.
 
I know,im saying vehicles these days for 100.00 are nothing more then a pile of scrap ready to be crushed and recycled.

I got your point, but with the "new" cars you can't even buy a "scrappable" car for $100. When we replaced the driver's door on Barb's Honda the "used" bare door shell cost us $200.

When I was "wheelin' an dealin'", I often picked up an old car in trade for "services"....

A 1957 Austin I swapped for $50. Good body but engine was on it's last legs. Under 30mph you could hardly see inside that thing cause the oil smoke funneled up through the holes in the floor. Over 30 was fine cause the wind carried it out the back

Drove that old thing for several months and then swapped it off for something else I needed.

EPA would have had a whole herd of cows over that old rig.:biglaugh:

BTW, there was/is a "reality show" on Tv that I think is titled "Down East Dickering". Features some guys from Maine and pretty much describes what I (and others from home) used to do. :D
 
I got your point, but with the "new" cars you can't even buy a "scrappable" car for $100. When we replaced the driver's door on Barb's Honda the "used" bare door shell cost us $200.

When I was "wheelin' an dealin'", I often picked up an old car in trade for "services"....

A 1957 Austin I swapped for $50. Good body but engine was on it's last legs. Under 30mph you could hardly see inside that thing cause the oil smoke funneled up through the holes in the floor. Over 30 was fine cause the wind carried it out the back

Drove that old thing for several months and then swapped it off for something else I needed.

EPA would have had a whole herd of cows over that old rig.:biglaugh:

BTW, there was/is a "reality show" on Tv that I think is titled "Down East Dickering". Features some guys from Maine and pretty much describes what I (and others from home) used to do. :D
That I wouldn't doubt.The salvage yard here sells parts almost as costly as a new part.
 
What is the most fun you ever had riding around in a old jalopy???

Lordy, I can't post that here. :biglaugh:

Actually, it was being able to go wherever (fishin or whatnot back in the woods) without worrying about "hurting the car".

Bet you never seen those tv stars break a sweat either! Now operation of one of those hand crank grindstones takes some art and patience...Most of my axles,rakes,pitch forks, shovels got the handles broke out of them from foolishness...However I just used old pieces of pipe and installed in them.... you know old water pipe materials most throw away.....Those tools now become indestructible. At the time my thought was sure like to see you destroy that handle now.

Weed Tabor, my Aunt Pauline's dad was born and raised on a farm back in the woods. Worked in the lumber camps in the days before chainsaws and such. In his later years he hand- carved wood handles for tools such as axes and scythes. He tried to teach me how to make axe handles but I never quite got it. Way better than the "commercial" stuff from the hardware store.
 
What is the most fun you ever had riding around in a old jalopy???
Most fun I ever had was rolling all the windows down once I was parked by my house in 20 below weather and letting my boyfriend at that time sleep off his stone cold drunk.I was just a tad bit pizzed that night.He had a Chevelle he was restoring.Riding in it was like riding in an old farm tractor.That was the night I learned how to drive a stick on my own.He was in the passenger seat passed out.
 
That I wouldn't doubt.The salvage yard here sells parts almost as costly as a new part.

That's why it annoys me so to see "recyclers" crushing whole cars with everything still in them. Throwing away money.

The best scrapping operation I ever saw was located just a few miles south of Quebec City. As soon as a "junker" came in it was completely stripped of all usable parts; doors, fenders, hoods, window glass, complete interior, etc, etc. Everything was sorted and stored and cataloged so that they knew where it all was. For fun I asked them about an arm-rest pad on the passenger side door on a big ol Buick Electra I had at the time. Guy went to the computer, click-click and "What color do you want, we have 10 of them". Think I paid like $20 for it. NOS one was something like $250. They shipped parts all over the world on the internet. No idea if they still in business.
 
Most fun I ever had was rolling all the windows down once I was parked by my house in 20 below weather and letting my boyfriend at that time sleep off his stone cold drunk.I was just a tad bit pizzed that night.He had a Chevelle he was restoring.Riding in it was like riding in an old farm tractor.That was the night I learned how to drive a stick on my own.He was in the passenger seat passed out.

This is the way I learned how to drive a standard...It was a pick up...I watched the driver every move. From start to finish...I studied this to a fine art....lol...Then one day snags the keys to that pick up took it for a spin and went and applied for a drivers licence. When I returned with the truck...The driver said, you not suppose to know how to drive a standard...I said oh but I been watching you to learn how and flipped out the drivers license too.The poor driver walked around in shock for a whole week but never did leave those keys laying loose again. Oh the fun of being young and dumb.
 
That's why it annoys me so to see "recyclers" crushing whole cars with everything still in them. Throwing away money.

The best scrapping operation I ever saw was located just a few miles south of Quebec City. As soon as a "junker" came in it was completely stripped of all usable parts; doors, fenders, hoods, window glass, complete interior, etc, etc. Everything was sorted and stored and cataloged so that they knew where it all was. For fun I asked them about an arm-rest pad on the passenger side door on a big ol Buick Electra I had at the time. Guy went to the computer, click-click and "What color do you want, we have 10 of them". Think I paid like $20 for it. NOS one was something like $250. They shipped parts all over the world on the internet. No idea if they still in business.
I know it,this country is extremely wasteful.Then they recycle it into junk to sell to the public for 3 to 10 times higher then before all this recycled crap came about and the thing falls apart within days to months depending what it is.Anymore you're taking a risk no matter what you buy.
 
This is the way I learned how to drive a standard...It was a pick up...I watched the driver every move. From start to finish...I studied this to a fine art....lol...Then one day snags the keys to that pick up took it for a spin and went and applied for a drivers licence. When I returned with the truck...The driver said, you not suppose to know how to drive a standard...I said oh but I been watching you to learn how and flipped out the drivers license too.The poor driver walked around in shock for a whole week but never did leave those keys laying loose again. Oh the fun of being young and dumb.
Ray had an old fashioned stick you see in old trks.I know another guy named Ray,lol.Anyway I parked at the bottom of my hill because there was snow everywhere and me being a newby to the stick shift I didn't wanna get stuck or hit a parked car.Ray called me the next day and chewed my ass off for leaving the windows down.I said it serves you right,lol.
 
Lordy, I can't post that here. :biglaugh:

Actually, it was being able to go wherever (fishin or whatnot back in the woods) without worrying about "hurting the car".



Weed Tabor, my Aunt Pauline's dad was born and raised on a farm back in the woods. Worked in the lumber camps in the days before chainsaws and such. In his later years he hand- carved wood handles for tools such as axes and scythes. He tried to teach me how to make axe handles but I never quite got it. Way better than the "commercial" stuff from the hardware store.

A case of...what happens in the woods has to stay in the woods!! O I could tell by the word LORDY!!! lol
Making wood handles is a art especially the ones made from the best of woods.
Mass production now a days is just junk when it comes to handles....I put pipe in mine...It waste of good money to buy what the hardware stores offer now.
 
Ray had an old fashioned stick you see in old trks.I know another guy named Ray,lol.Anyway I parked at the bottom of my hill because there was snow everywhere and me being a newby to the stick shift I didn't wanna get stuck or hit a parked car.Ray called me the next day and chewed my ass off for leaving the windows down.I said it serves you right,lol.
With that type of az... chewing... I would not said a word but I would have gone and bought four big bags of cotton balls and spread them all over the seat next time I got near that truck my thinking is fake snowballs....Hung a smiley in the window....I got a strange sense of humor...and what even worse is I am like voltage.
 
9-13. Then I moved overseas with my mom and stepdad.

You were quite small and very young when you cooked those french fries....Still left a lasting memory, Overseas I never got to do something like that do not expect it will ever happen for me...What country??? What stands of that experience of that move...A happy one I hope! You know some of us never get to leave the front porch until we get old.
 
I got your point, but with the "new" cars you can't even buy a "scrappable" car for $100. When we replaced the driver's door on Barb's Honda the "used" bare door shell cost us $200.

When I was "wheelin' an dealin'", I often picked up an old car in trade for "services"....

A 1957 Austin I swapped for $50. Good body but engine was on it's last legs. Under 30mph you could hardly see inside that thing cause the oil smoke funneled up through the holes in the floor. Over 30 was fine cause the wind carried it out the back

Drove that old thing for several months and then swapped it off for something else I needed.

EPA would have had a whole herd of cows over that old rig.:biglaugh:

BTW, there was/is a "reality show" on Tv that I think is titled "Down East Dickering". Features some guys from Maine and pretty much describes what I (and others from home) used to do. :D

When I was "wheelin' an dealin'", I often picked up an old car in trade for "services"....
You need to explain those services...I just trying to keep you out of trouble...The fella in here are going to have a hay day with you over this one....lol

I had a car with the shift arm broke off....I shifted gears with a pair of channel locks. Went every where in that ole buggie....Wonder what would have happen if I gotten pinched by the law.
 
This is the way I learned how to drive a standard...It was a pick up...I watched the driver every move. From start to finish...I studied this to a fine art....lol...Then one day snags the keys to that pick up took it for a spin and went and applied for a drivers licence. When I returned with the truck...The driver said, you not suppose to know how to drive a standard...I said oh but I been watching you to learn how and flipped out the drivers license too.The poor driver walked around in shock for a whole week but never did leave those keys laying loose again. Oh the fun of being young and dumb.

THANK YEW!!!!! Please post this over and over when the steering wheel holders start whining about "I can't drive a standard, it's too Haaaard.".

I learned to drive a standard in an abandoned gravel pit with an old junker I bought for around $10. Took me all of about a damn hour. Before the morning was out I was doing Bootleg Turns with that ol thing (57 Plymouth). Ya do what ya gotta do.
 
THANK YEW!!!!! Please post this over and over when the steering wheel holders start whining about "I can't drive a standard, it's too Haaaard.".

I learned to drive a standard in an abandoned gravel pit with an old junker I bought for around $10. Took me all of about a damn hour. Before the morning was out I was doing Bootleg Turns with that ol thing (57 Plymouth). Ya do what ya gotta do.
I wouldn't blame the steering wheel holders for saying a standard is hard and especially when they don't even try,I blame the people who turned America into a bunch of soft lazy whimps.
 
THANK YEW!!!!! Please post this over and over when the steering wheel holders start whining about "I can't drive a standard, it's too Haaaard.".

I learned to drive a standard in an abandoned gravel pit with an old junker I bought for around $10. Took me all of about a damn hour. Before the morning was out I was doing Bootleg Turns with that ol thing (57 Plymouth). Ya do what ya gotta do.

Remember in one post I wrote all about those different types of schools...Well, I attended everyone of them at some time in my lifetime and walked away with quite a education....But the watch school is the hands on thing.....I learned more from watching someone than I ever learned out of a books. Then there is still this idea....I still in the molding stage of life....never been poured out of that mold I still that soft piece of clay...Another words never too old to learn.
 

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