If sheet metal could talk...

It told me it had been handled by a bunch of cheap skate idiots for years, before reaching the all healing love of my two able hands.

Funny, the gf said the same thing!


Speedy "If you can't be the first be the best" 308


Now if I can just get rid of this 1977 cell phone antenna, drilled right thru the engine hatch!!!

 

Hang in there! I checked my Reoriginals catalog, they have your wiper arms in stainless, brushed stainless, and black.

The stock ones are made of wire frames, kinda delicate looking. HTH

 

I am in the middle of redoing a 308 right now and it is talking plenty. Someday I will tell the story. The short version is it was a theft recovery out of Europe and was found in Utah. It is a combination of a few different 308s'. Color change, VIN change, engine change........ Still trying to sort it all out.

 

Well, one quick story:

Whe I drove my car home, had LOTS of trouble with the ignition cutting off, then back on!

When we got back, investigated the twin MSD packs installed, wired to one 20A inline circuit breaker, the wiring was all covered with heat shrink insulation, someone had really put in the time. But instead of the recommended #10AWG to each unit, I stripped the insulation and found.........

speaker wire! 2#18AWG "paralleled" to each unit. No wonder that poor little CB was hot as a two dollar pistol! Went round and round with the MSD coils and units, eventually it all went in the trash!

 

Nice story.

If my car could talk, it would talk about the beach... As I found sand as I removed the carpet.

Or it would talk about the alarm, cell phone, and CD changer it must have had at one time, as I removed a ton of old wires.

 

I'M putting the beach sand INTO mine! LOL

 

NICE THREAD GUYS!!!!!!

makes me want one even more,so i can "listen" to every little story she will tell!!hahaha

doug

 

It's funner to put in than take out, I can assure you!

My Jeep sheet metal says :

"I would like to comeback as a Ferrari."

 

It was early May, 2014. i just got home from a book signing and there was an enclosed trailer sitting in front of my house. It was from Steve Harris Imports. After a long and hard search, Sean Harris had found a black NNO i had so desperately been seeking. She was in bad shape. Spent almost her entire life in a California living room; garage queen just wasn't the word. Sean took care of everything and the car had finally arrived. i felt a knot in my stomach and my eyes welled up with tears. Happiness had finally arrived.

After getting through all the technical crap (translation: unloading the car), i signed the necessary papers and the gentleman in the trailer was on his way back to Utah. From the corner of my eye, i could see a neighbor standing in front of his house, looking at my car. He was a fellow enthusiast. Now was not the time to chat, though. Now was the time to drive.

i pulled the door up and stood there, staring into the cockpit. My heart was already in the car. i descended in and it immediately felt like i was meant to be in this car from the very beginning of time. i brought the door down, sealing myself inside. My eyes danced around, caressing every part of the dash and the steering wheel. Within my head, millions of synapses raced from nerve ending to nerve ending; i couldn't decide what to do first. Finally, i collected my thoughts and started the car. The engine started up, then sat at a somewhat civil idle. She sounded good.

i sat in the car for a few minutes, letting it warm up. Thoughts raced through my head. The long road i came down to get here, the trials and tribulations, the pain, the anger, the sweat, the tears, the struggle- every single moment of my life flashed through my mind and then it all went blank. This car is what it all amounted to.

My leather-clad hands grasped the steering as two leather-clad fingers reached for the right paddle, pulling back then releasing it. i eased onto the gas and pulled away. From the corner of my eye, i spotted my neighbor's head turn as i passed. "i'll wave when i get back", i thought.

3 hours and a few hundred miles later, after romping through a considerable amount of Southern California, i was back home. Just as i pulled up, it started to rain. i parked the car in the driveway. As i got out, i just stood there in the rain, looking at my latest and most sought-after acquisition. As the rain came down, it mixed with the brake dust on the wheels. Black tears began streaming down the lines of the wheels. She was weeping. Weeping for joy. Joy of finally being free. She was telling me the first of many stories. And there was plenty of roads in California for me to hear everyone in detail.

 

I can't believe you didn't offer your neighbor a ride.

 

LOL...

Jerry, hypothetically, let's say you marry and find your wife enjoys swinging; ok, cool, no sweat, but wouldn't you want your first time together to be alone...?

The neighbor will get a ride next time.

 

Nice story, let's see 10 years, a black Enzo, I'll be here ready to go and have your Enzo waiting. Any one want to guess the value in 10 years?

 

Hmmm, not a Ferrari but if my Alfa Romeo 1750 GTV could talk I would love to find out the details about what looks like a stilleto heel hole in the hood lining, above the passenger seat

Other than that I am not sure I want to know how the previous owners managed to damage her and look after her so bad ...

Pete

 

Despie numerous MG's and a Mondial, the only interesting story was the hash pipe I found under the driver's seat when I was cleaning my new-to me Taurus SHO.

 

I think you bought my neighbor's car!!


Most of it's brand new, he ran it under the rear of a MOVING 18 wheeler!

 

PSK wrote:
I would love to find out the details about what looks like a stilleto heel hole in the hood lining, above the passenger seat

ooooooooooooooooo, my truck mounted camper has one of those in it.

The previous owner, a friend of mine, was driving down the toll road from Tijuana to Ensenada Mexico. Some American lunatic with a rifle was taking pot shots at passing traffic from the top of a hill. The bullet came in the drivers side window of the camper, passed through the formica countertop, out the face of the cabinets, into the floor and out the bottom of the truck bed. The holes in the counter and floor are filled with Silicone caulk and I have a "Not no stories" Lance camper

Erich

 

I've found evidence to suggest that my car might have been flooded at one time.....pretty much everything in the cas shows signs of oxidation, including very hard-to-reach parts internal to the body. The manuals to the car had been soaked and left to mildew/rot ($500+ in documentation, most all of it unusable). A recent repaint of the car. Electrical issues, corroded electrical contacts, dim lights, etc.

Or, it could just be a 20-year-old car.....and I'm paranoid/anal. But...?

 

During college, I had an issue of DuPont Registry with an ad for a 250 LWB California Spyder. The owner had detailed history of some Mexican/Latin leader being assasinated in the car, and the original bullet holes remained in the floor pan......

I wonder if that still comes up at the Concourse Meets.

 

For me, it will be priceless.

 

You Bet

There are a bunch of cars out there with "Stories"

I think Cavalino did an article on Juan Peron's ex car.....

 

Rubirosa's also. There was a player!

 

My car: " dammit man, you put me in the dirt, again!"