It don't get more Hillbilly than this.

[BigElCat]

Oops...I just remembered that I gave the Studebaker to my one and only nephew, Greg. He plans on restoring it.

I've been working on the Festivic SS shifter for several months, and it's still not completely done. Now I have quad roundies to install, and the B3 is still on the fritz.

It never ends...I wasn't going to get to the Studebaker restoration in this lifetime...and Greg's going to start a career when he graduates from college this year or next. He and I will someday work on the Stude.

60 some pics to go, if anybody's still interested. I may have some spare time tomorrow

[zoom zoom]

Nice lookin truck from this angle, all those vehicles would be nothing more than scrap metal if they sat around here that long.

[freshtiva]

Why shoot... you aint even a hoot and a howler from bug tussle ! Nice pics !!

[Safety Guy]

Big El wrote:

"...when you see the Fox...it means you done went too far."

My Hillbilly grammer book says "...done GONE too far."

Could be your dialect though. Some Hillbillies talk funny, but the ones I come from say "done gone."

I was conceived in WV, but borned in Cowlumbus, Ahia. Nuts!

Karl

[BigElCat]

"...when you see the Fox...it means you done went too far."

My Hillbilly grammer book says "...done GONE too far."

Well, Ah'll be dawg! You do say your, "These'uns" and "Them Thars", don't ya?

I mean how should I know? I'm Kansas bred and born. (And if anybody thinks it should be 'born and bred', well, it seems to me they got that backwards). I've not yet seen an ocean, nor any body of water over which I could see the other shore, with the exception of Lake Michigan up near Chicago. I can only assume that an ocean looks like Lake Michigan, except that the colors look more pleasant in the photographs and movies. I may have caught Lake Michigan on a bad day, though, it being winter time and all.

My dialect comes primarily from movies like Paper Moon and Sling Blade. I'm just as affected in real life, as I am on the internet, and I like it that way. If you all knew my ex-friends, you'd would see why I don't have any real close personal friends any more. It not a sad thing at all.

I'll post some more pictures on this thread, but not tonight..it's a bit time consuming. I have to analyze the content of each one, because my family life is somewhat twisted...my dad is a head trama victim (2 times) from car accidents. He was a wild one when we were younger.

The homestead has 3 major out-buildings and 9 smaller sheds. The yard is 6 acres, and the main entrance is over 1/4 mile long. It ain't really mine, though, I'm supposed to share it with my sister and her family someday. I live 120 miles away.

Yada, Yada, Yada..I do so like to blab

People used to say, "Bret, why don't you write a book?" to me all the time. It took me quite awhile to figger out that they where being sarcastic.

[kellen302]

Folks, if I may int-o-roduce maself. I dun been borned up here in the Great Nor'west. I dun lived on this here Whidbey aland ma whole life. I been residin' here on the Sou' end away from all them nutty military types up North. And a boat ride from the big city oer yonder cross the water. My ma and Pa built this house and we shore are intendin on keepin' it and its 10 acres a backwoods in the family. Y'all come back now, y'hear

[BigElCat]

Howdy Kellen.

[Basement_Modder]

I am from Michigan. Proper english is my accent.

[2xclutchin]

I am from Michigan. Proper english is my accent.

+1!! From MN. lol

[BigElCat]

You guys think what you want, and if you tic me off...I'll be the first one to let you in no uncertain terms

My future domicile is going to be on top of the concrete works in the foreground. This is a concrete shell, 8 inches thick, 22 foot square. It was originally intended to be a detached two-story garage, that was going match my parent's new house (which was going to replace the doublewide on the larger concrete shell).

My future house, if my grandious ambitions reach fruition, will be a contractor's cabin on top, with the restroom, utilities, etc. inside the lower part. If a can't raise the money for all this...I'll drag an old school buss in there somehow.

[FB71]

hey BigEl... whatcha doin' with that ol' 260? I gots a '64.5 Mustang with a bad head, and could always use a spare block and crank...

[bobstad]

I had a '62 Fairlane wagon in '78 & '79 I lived out of then; from Manson, WA via Santa Fe, Taos & Arroyo Hondo, NM to Dallas, TX.

A good looking white four-door bought for $250 from someone who worked at the Manson NAPA store. With a 221 V-8, three-on-the-tree with overdrive. What really pissed me off was when the overdrive cable broke; and Ford didn't have replacements, though they did for a '63 which wouldn't fit the '62.

Sold for $225 to a musician from Farmer's Branch, TX he wanted for his day gig painting houses; so I'd have the money to ride my ten-speed from Fort Worth to an Antahkarana Circle of healers gathering south of Bonner's Ferry, ID via San Diego, CA I did the month of May of '79 pedaling 1400 of the 4000 or so miles while thumbing the rest.

The buyer said he sang Rhythm and Blues in the style of Bobby Blue Bland; though not an African American person to look at, perhaps a Hill Billy or even Romani so-called "Gypsy."

I remember the "for sale" sign I made to put in the window of the Fairlane was one I hand lettered; someone approached me about calling me an "artist" who wanted me to paint a huge billboard along the LBJ freeway or someplace like that, for his wife's fortune telling business.

I really wanted to do that; but, ran into a snag since trying to get out of town too, by the beginning of May aboard my bike.

One night real late driving across the Texas panhandle towards Dallas in December; a big buck got flushed out of some brush, without any cars in either direction for miles. Which startled me jumping right across the hood of the Fairlane going about sixty miles an hour; whose rear hoof broke off the passenger side rear view mirror on the door on that side, though otherwise the car wasn't touched.

[BigElCat]

hey BigEl... whatcha doin' with that ol' 260? I gots a '64.5 Mustang with a bad head, and could always use a spare block and crank...

You sir, could talk me into giving it to you for free!

Talking me into putting it on a pallet, and loading it into a freight carrier...well...that would take at least 20 years and two beaver skins!:p

[FB71]

You sir, could talk me into giving it to you for free!

Talking me into putting it on a pallet, and loading it into a freight carrier...well...that would take at least 20 years and two beaver skins!:p

hmmm... and what if I could arrange a 'pony express' type service?

[BigElCat]

I had a '62 Fairlane wagon in '78 & '79...One night real late driving across the Texas panhandle towards Dallas in December; a big buck got flushed out of some brush, without any cars in either direction for miles. Which startled me jumping right across the hood of the Fairlane going about sixty miles an hour; whose rear hoof broke off the passenger side rear view mirror on the door on that side, though otherwise the car wasn't touched.

Is that "white thang" a '62 or '63?

My dad always referred to it as a '63, and I always corrected him, "No, it's a 62." If I was wrong, I was wrong 1000 times. My dad is a head trauma victim, with a tendency to repeat the same thing over and over; 'perseveration' the doctors call it.

Here's another related anecdote;

In 1980, my friend Danny Drake (RIP) had a '78 Dodge Magnum with wire rims; a nice car by high school standards. We were headed north on 177, getting our juvenile beer buzz on, when a deer ran across the road about 200 yards ahead. Danny said, "Did you see that deer"? And I blurt out with urgency, "Slow down! There's always two!" Now why I said that, I have no idea. Danny took his foot off the gas, and looked over at me like "WTF?" Just then we started to cross the path of the first deer, and sure as shootin', a second deer came firing out of the ditch at us. Danny locked up the brakes, and the Magnum went into a skid at a 45 degree angle, with the nose pointing to the right hand ditch. The deer jumped just before the bumper would have hit it, and cleared the driver's side fender which was pointed at an angle. Danny regained control of the car. And we resumed our delinquent activities. Of course the kids at school thought "So what?" when we relayed the story. I anybody else is thinking "So What?", we lived Bobstad! LIVED!

Danny died in '94. I had lost contact with him about '83. I think he died in a car wreck.