tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585487392523654.post4280906460668510770..comments2024-02-19T14:43:34.367-05:00Comments on by the numbers: 1959 Triumph TR3A, Hey I've Been Busylongrooffanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153060657258308757noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585487392523654.post-60868265318614318152011-05-25T02:45:04.222-04:002011-05-25T02:45:04.222-04:00ps, you got the color right.
OBB and I drove this...ps, you got the color right.<br /><br />OBB and I drove this car, with our two grandmothers in the back seat, to Springfield. <br /><br />Around the Diamonds, we had a flat. The spare was flat. <br /><br />OBB told me he would stay at the car and protect the womenfolk while I hoofed it to a gas station to get the flat fixed.<br /><br />Did you ever try to hitchhike caring a 15" spare? <br /><br />It can be done.Busplungehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15330613997333646488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585487392523654.post-90388519443609064302011-05-25T02:42:12.471-04:002011-05-25T02:42:12.471-04:00While I do not attempt to dispute your depth of kn...While I do not attempt to dispute your depth of knowledge are regards to 1959 vintage automobiles I must correct you on your flawed memory of your virgin car ride.<br /><br />You lost it in a 1958 Chevrolet Biscayne, four door sedan, 283, automatic transmission, power steering, power brakes and cheap hubcaps.<br /><br />It also had a header pipe that was loose where it attached to the muffler... an important feature to your OBB (Older Brother Bob), who would, after driving down the street and around the corner, would stop the car, get out and detach the header from the muffler pipe which significantly increased the wonderful sound of that 283.<br /><br />The only problem, as far as I was concerned, was that while OBB would split the pipe at the beginning of the evening, when it was cold, I, on the other hand, if I wanted to ride shotgun with OBB, had to put pipes back together again at the end of the evening. <br /><br />Mother never seemed to understood why my hands always seemed to have burn blisters on them. <br /><br />OBB was also the master of bringing the car home. We lived on about the middle of a hilly street. If by some change, we missed our curfew, OBB would come home via the high end of the block, turn the motor off and coast down the hill and turn into the driveway, all without a sound.Busplungehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15330613997333646488noreply@blogger.com