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The old Ford

04/29/2013 @ 11:43am

It never failed to amaze me when I would pick our kids up after school. Scores of large, powerful vehicles -- SUVs, pickups, sports cars, luxury sedans -- would pour out of the parking lot. The first time I witnessed this phenomena, I thought, “Whoa, teachers must do pretty well!”

But closer observation revealed that the vehicles were piloted by pimple-faced high school kids! Many of the cars cost more than our house and were much nicer than any set of wheels we could ever afford.

Certainly most of these spiffy vehicles were financed by First National Bank of Mom and Dad. Either that, or the hormone-addled humanoids driving them were secretly trading mortgage-backed derivatives during study hall.

Which reminds me of my first car, a 1959 Ford that I purchased for the princely sum of $15.

There were some minor problems that would explain this economical price tag. The main one was that the car had neither motor nor transmission.

The old Ford had sat in a weed patch for some time. Its owners were excellent salesmen, waxing eloquent about the custom body work (dings and dents that would be impossible to replicate) and how lucky I was to find a car that had been prerusted. But I didn’t care. I needed a car.

This was during a dark time in our nation’s history. It was an era when teenage females would openly and legally discriminate against teenage males who didn’t have wheels. Woe betide the carless guy who phoned a girl for a date! She would say she was sorry, but that she planned to wash her hair that weekend. And the following weekend, and the one after that.

It was very discouraging for guys who didn’t own a car. But borrowing your parents’ vehicle for dating purposes was even worse, akin to smearing on a thick, stinky layer of anti-cool.

Careful observation of the ecosystem at our school revealed that guys with cars got girls. Owning a car would open the door to the world of dating!

Which brought me to that mud-brown 1959 Ford. It just so happened that we had a Ford station wagon that had been in a wreck but still had a functional engine and transmission. I could combine the two and make one car! In my mind’s eye, I could already see girls lining up for a ride in my studly steed.

Our farm lacked shop facilities, but I was able to talk Palmer Eidet, my high school ag teacher, into letting me work on my car in the ag shop. I think he saw the desperation of my situation and took pity.

I toiled over that car at every available moment. The engine and transmission transplant finally complete, the patient roared to life amidst a billow of blue smoke.

My car moved under its own power! At last I had wheels! Herds of girls would soon be lining up to take a spin!

But the old Ford still had some issues. For instance, its carpet was shot, so I replaced it with some elegant emerald-green indoor-outdoor carpeting scavenged from a home remodeling project. And the Ford’s rust holes let in so much dust that driving down a gravel road made the car’s interior look like a miniature dust storm. Outfitting the car with dust masks would have been the right thing to do, but I figured it might adversely affect my dating situation.

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1965 Ford F100 taught me a lot!! 06/07/2013 @ 7:32am My first car was a $400 pickup. Back in 1970, a pickup was still called a pickup, not a truck. This was a 1965 Ford F100 short narrow.bed, 352 cu in engine with a 3 speed column shift standard trans. The speedometer did not work. It had been a Halliburton Services truck earlier, or the body was. It appeared later that it was put together from salvage parts. It passed everything but a gas station for either fuel or to fix a flat.... After one trip in it to our farm 50 miles away my Dad bought me a new set of tires. I learned to do body work a month later after I lost the left front fender in a collision with my insurance agent"s dentist!!! 2 days work in the driveway and $50 later, it was back on the road. A year later, Dad bought a new pickup and I got his old one. I sold the old Ford only to find out the serial numbers on the pickup and the title did not match. I learned the way to navigate through the legal system to correct it....

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