69f100
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When I was 17 (1968), I used my friend's cherry picker, a 20' boom truck from his Dad's junk yard (I grew up in hog heaven), to change the engine in my cherry '57 Chevy 2 door post. We carefully positioned the boom over the engine bay, pulled the hood, and disconnected everything to pull the engine and transmission (283 3 speed for a 327 4 speed). Only the boom tip-top was about 2 feet in front of the Chevy. So when the engine cleared the engine compartment, it swung forward and then back through the windshield of the Chevy. I cried.
Or the time my Brother-in-law cleaned the garage floor. His Mom and Dad were mad because he got a bunch of oil on the floor. He got a mop and a bucket of gasoline, which worked fine until he got to where the gas water heater was...
Or the time I stopped at the office to pick something up for a meeting. Jumped out and ran in and out. To find the car locked, the keys in it and it was running. Twice. On the same day.
Or the time I pulled into a BP gas station in a diesel truck in a somewhat sleep deprived state. Have you noticed that BP is the ONLY station to use green covers on the GAS handles? Grrrrr!
Back to the '57. I just had to have bucket seats. But I could only find one. And then got a date with the hottest chick in town. No problem, I just put a milk crate in on the passenger's side.
Or the time my brother wanted to build a corral. 8' posts, 4' down and 4' up. "You got a post hole digger?", I asked. "Yup.", he said. Walking out of the barn with a sharpshooter shovel (which is 3' long).
I gotta stop now. Honey says I'm boring you guys.
whoever decided toput a 2hp gas motor on an ogger with handles on the side is a friggin genious. i hate digging post holes with my dad on the weekend. till we got one of those things.

