OK... here's to the old Brown Cow. Crushed by now.
She was a '53 Chevy I bought back in about 1968...
In her time, she was almost unstoppable.
6-banger with a cast-iron Powerglide & Power steering!
I drove her for about 2 years and never changed the oil once! I just kept pouring in the 30-wt and brother she needed it! I had to add a quart about every 100 miles because she had a nasty habit. Normally this car would not smoke, but if you were stopped at a dead stop and then floored it smoke would roll out of the tailpipe like a Destroyer laying down a smokescreen! Oh I am serious! The amount of smoke that car would lay down was awesome! I mean entire neighborhoods would get fumigated! Cars behind would stop dead in their tracks due to a 100% complete lack of visibility. Ahhh to be young and dumb again!
Her end came in the fall of '69 when I drove from Kansas City back to my parent's farm. I had a feeling not to shut her off at gas pumps, or anywhere else, and I didn't until I pulled into my parent's driveway. She never started again. Later my Dad pushed her down into the woods where she sat for a couple of decades until the early 1990's when I bashed down all the brush around her with my old Farmall and re-visited her. There the Old Cow sat, up to her flanks in Missouri Mud! She was no beauty when I drove her, but when I found her again she looked like somebody had taken a sledge hammer and attacked every single body panel, and then had fired on her with shotgun and rifle from every angle concievable! The Bonnie and Clyde car had nothing on her! The only piece of glass not cracked or bullet-holed was the rear glass. I pried open a door and sat in the Pass. seat for awhile. Later I pulled the engine and pulled the valve cover (full of chewed hickory nuts) and pulled the head, and saw in the #3 cylinder exactly why she would lay down that massive smoke screen. There was a valve missing on that cylinder, and a hole the size of a quarter in the top of the piston! Yep! I had driven her 2 years in that condition! Here's to her! May her rusty old bones rest in peace wherever she is!
She was a '53 Chevy I bought back in about 1968...
In her time, she was almost unstoppable.
6-banger with a cast-iron Powerglide & Power steering!
I drove her for about 2 years and never changed the oil once! I just kept pouring in the 30-wt and brother she needed it! I had to add a quart about every 100 miles because she had a nasty habit. Normally this car would not smoke, but if you were stopped at a dead stop and then floored it smoke would roll out of the tailpipe like a Destroyer laying down a smokescreen! Oh I am serious! The amount of smoke that car would lay down was awesome! I mean entire neighborhoods would get fumigated! Cars behind would stop dead in their tracks due to a 100% complete lack of visibility. Ahhh to be young and dumb again!
Her end came in the fall of '69 when I drove from Kansas City back to my parent's farm. I had a feeling not to shut her off at gas pumps, or anywhere else, and I didn't until I pulled into my parent's driveway. She never started again. Later my Dad pushed her down into the woods where she sat for a couple of decades until the early 1990's when I bashed down all the brush around her with my old Farmall and re-visited her. There the Old Cow sat, up to her flanks in Missouri Mud! She was no beauty when I drove her, but when I found her again she looked like somebody had taken a sledge hammer and attacked every single body panel, and then had fired on her with shotgun and rifle from every angle concievable! The Bonnie and Clyde car had nothing on her! The only piece of glass not cracked or bullet-holed was the rear glass. I pried open a door and sat in the Pass. seat for awhile. Later I pulled the engine and pulled the valve cover (full of chewed hickory nuts) and pulled the head, and saw in the #3 cylinder exactly why she would lay down that massive smoke screen. There was a valve missing on that cylinder, and a hole the size of a quarter in the top of the piston! Yep! I had driven her 2 years in that condition! Here's to her! May her rusty old bones rest in peace wherever she is!