"There are countless horrible things happening all over the world and horrible people prospering, but we must never allow them to disturb our equanimity or deflect us from our sacred duty to sabotage and annoy them whenever possible." -Auberon Waugh
Reminds me of the old red International pickup my dad bought for the farm when I was a teenager. I think it was a '48, but was styled a lot like this Ford, and most other brands in the late 40's & early 50's. It was a workhorse, although a crude workhorse by today's standards. No power steering, brakes, windows, anything. I don't think it even had a radio. But, it was simple to work on, and you could actually open the hood, and see the engine!
My father and grandfather favored Dodge trucks. The first manual transmission I ever drove was a late 50s Dodge pickup with (if I recollect right) the stick on the column. I was probably 11 years old or so, and Old Paco let me drive it around the pasture across the street from my grandmother's house. The cows would come running because they associated the truck with bales of hay. Some of the happiest times of my life.
Three on the tree. The old International had a three or four speed on the floor, but dad also had a '68 Dodge with a 3 speed column shift. I learned to drive in a '53 Ford Fairlane(?) that had three on the tree. And later, a 61 Ford that I drove back & forth to college. I always thought they were one of the easiest manual transmissions to drive.
My dad had a 60something International Harvester Travelall. Automatic though. It was three city blocks long, the people in the far back were in another zip code. You could fit 10 teenagers, possibly more, and a keg in it easily. Or so I've heard.
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Reminds me of the old red International pickup my dad bought for the farm when I was a teenager. I think it was a '48, but was styled a lot like this Ford, and most other brands in the late 40's & early 50's. It was a workhorse, although a crude workhorse by today's standards. No power steering, brakes, windows, anything. I don't think it even had a radio. But, it was simple to work on, and you could actually open the hood, and see the engine!
My father and grandfather favored Dodge trucks. The first manual transmission I ever drove was a late 50s Dodge pickup with (if I recollect right) the stick on the column. I was probably 11 years old or so, and Old Paco let me drive it around the pasture across the street from my grandmother's house. The cows would come running because they associated the truck with bales of hay. Some of the happiest times of my life.
Three on the tree. The old International had a three or four speed on the floor, but dad also had a '68 Dodge with a 3 speed column shift. I learned to drive in a '53 Ford Fairlane(?) that had three on the tree. And later, a 61 Ford that I drove back & forth to college. I always thought they were one of the easiest manual transmissions to drive.
My dad had a 60something International Harvester Travelall. Automatic though.
It was three city blocks long, the people in the far back were in another zip code.
You could fit 10 teenagers, possibly more, and a keg in it easily.
Or so I've heard.
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