I stopped by to see Tom & Char several years ago. Quite an enjoyable visit! It's like we'd known each other forever. I should stop by next time I'm in Colorado.....
Huh? What? Oh, yeah, I'm till here and kickin' and flyin'. Everyday I check the obits and if I don't see my name I get up and eat breakfast. Weather permitting I pack up a plane or two and head for the flying field. Weekdays there's usually a bunch of us old, retired guys who have more fun sitting around BSing and commenting on other guy's flying than we do actually flying ourselves. However we are respected for our skills and are often consulted about problems because the younger guys know we've probably seen it, done it, lived through it and fixed it when it comes to radio controlled aircraft.
There are advantages to aging. You just have to put the right spin on it. Now I just have to convince Char that my hearing is really bad and I'm not just ignoring her.
Great to hear your still rolling Tom. Hope all is well.
I hate reading the obituaries. Lost another really long term friend of mine July 25th. Over 46 years of riding the roads together. At least he made it to 75. He did better than the rest of them.
I'm still breathing. Bike progress has been zero, but the music is coming on. I've started doing Star Trek vocals; "It's singing Jim, but not as we know it."
With the music and the singing, I've got a couple of songs of my own. I played at an open mic last Wednesday, using an underpriced (£40 from a pawnshop £110 second hand Fender) acoustic. Pure acoustic, not even with a piezo pickup in it. I've done dangerous things in the past, potentially harmful or fatal, and none of them worried me like sitting down in a room full of people and trusting my hands on a guitar with no safety belt and my voice.
We went to the local PD car show today, mine is not a show car but I support the police whenever I get a chance. We saw a lot of nice cars and friends.
A lot of people were looking at the copy of the bill of sale I have framed sitting on the windshield wiper, the car cost $1775.00 in December 1949. Just the chrome in the picture cost more than that today.
We have strict environmental laws here in Ga, I got my bumpers from a place in the Tennessee mountains. There they can still do plating the old way, what that is I don’t know, I do know their work is high quality and first class. When people at the car show ask who did the bumpers I knew they were good.
Greg, my Grandfather Carl Peterson had a Ford like yours. It had a flat head V8 that at idle you darn near couldn't tell it was running. My favorite memory of that car was for a time he didn't have a milk hauler. Grandpa would pull out the rear bench seat and we would load two and sometimes three milk cans to the Creamery (Butter Factory) and retrieve his sanitized cans. Back home I fetched out the empties and Grandpa snapped the seat bench back in. Did that as often as his eight Gurney's and Jerseys could fill them up. Those eight cows on a 88 acre farm was his and Grandmas retirement farm. Grandpa had a trailer he could hitch to the Ford right off the bumper in those days.
Tom