1958 F.W.D.

The 1958 FWD has been spending the last week at the volunteer fire department where it was orginally delivered to brand new (which just happens to be my VFD....) They requested to have it in town for the 4th of July celebration. It's a small town, and the 4th still means something. The whole day is community events, including the parade in the morning and fireworks at night with a whole bunch of stuff in between. I originally said no, as I live about 40 miles away (I'm still a member there though and still do duty time, I usually bunk out in the bunkroom at least 2-3 times a month on overnights....) due to fuel costs. (about 80 bucks to run her down there and back at 3.4MPG SWAG) So they offered me $100 to bring it down, which I did at about 6am last saturday just to beat the heat. I am glad that I did, all of the old timers from the fire company sure appreciated seeing the truck and some even had the opportunity to take her for a spin. Back in the day, one of the community events was to give out fire truck rides to the kids...but stopped about 20 years ago due to liability concerns. So many many members of the community remembered riding on her back when. Today is predicted to be the hottest day of the year here in SE Pennsylvania, so I got u p at 4:30 this morning and drove down to the VFD in my pickup, and hopped in the FWD and brought her back up home (right near exit 67 of I-78.) The VFD is just outside of Philadelphia (Exit 343 of the Pa. Turnpike.) Brought her up Route 309. She ran just fine. I swear the Waukesha gas and the truck have the soul of a road tractor, not a firetruck because she just loves to get out there and RUN. Got back to the house about 7:30. Now that it's 10:30 I just went outside to get the mail and my sweat was sweating. I'm gonna hunker down in the A/C today and catch up on some paperwork. Gonna try a crockpot mexican chicken chili recipe, too (but thats going outside on the deck with an extension cord...lol) Fuck the grass that can wait until tonight after the sun drops below the mountain. I hope anyone who HAS to be out there today stays cool. Drink drink drink drink your water. If you are not pissing a lot you are not drinking enough.

Why do you think Ford stands for "F ucked Over R ebuilt D odge?" come to think of it.......225 slant 6....U models.....I wonder if there were any of the same engineers at both Mack and Mopile...???

no no no.....it's "MOPAR = NO CAR"

I do not know him but godspeed to his family and friends. May the wounds of his loss heal quickly,

Vinny, those aren't the battery box brackets, they are the kickstand brackets.

U-Models....Mopiles......You ate lead paint chips as a child, didn't you?

I have an iphone.....just email the picture into your own email. Then get on your home computer, download/save the pic and then upload it in here as you would normally.

Rob was gone?

Thats the great thing about my method- take out ONE of the stupid idiots, and none of them will fuck with you.

If he ever approaches you, and makes a sudden movement, you smash him in the nose as fast as you can, as hard as you possibly can. Lightning speed dude. Dont fuck around, dont hold back. Fast and hard right into his schnozz. I was taught this back in high school when one of the big wheels of the football team was bullying me for weeks on end. I finally couldnt take it anymore, and was advised by a close friend who was like a big brother (who drove a U-Model making local p/u's and deliveries, I know I'll prolly regret saying that....) but he said "tell the other guy something to get him to swing first." So the next time he had my blood boiling, I said something about the fact that he was so ugly it looked like his mother should have swallowed him in order to protect his familie's gene pool........He went to make a move and all of a sudden he was gushing blood like a faucet. We both got a 3-day suspension, my parents never grounded me because they believed in me having the right to defend myself, but the best part was no one, and I mean no one ever fucked with me again after that. That 3-day suspension was soooooo worth it.

Now I'm calling bullshit on you- because the 60 Series DD was one of the best engines ever put into Fire Apparatus. There have been just as many 60's installed in fire trucks as there were Lawn Boys, if not more. The fire service cried when DD announced they would no longer produce engines for the fire service. Also many truckign fleets out there touted the 60 as one of the best engines. Jevic, which had a fleet of 1200 tractors when they claimed bankruptcy and closed down had thousands of 60's in the fleet throughout the years, and their record of performance versus time-lost breakdowns was stellar when compared to the Cummaparts and Kitty Cats. (Kitties being better than the Cummaparts.)

Hey I busted my ass during the day LOL!!!! (and some nights too as we ran 2 and then 3 shifts...) We took over a school district's bus repair garage and property. We were the mass care warehouse for about 10,000 folks in between KC and where we were located (name of town escapes me now.....) Wehad it all- food, drinks, essential living supplies and cleaning supplies. We supplied the foodstuffs to several area school kitchens where they cooked it and then people came in and ate there, or it was distributed aboard red cross vehicles as they drove through neighborhoods- three squares a day. We had 20+ 48' reefers that I had to have fuel and oil levels monitored constantly, I had three roll-backs that were the "loading docks" that myself and two other guys could operate.....Plus we had three Hertz rentals 28' straight vans that we loaded out every night, for deliveries the next morning. Very hard work but very satisfying, the people of the midwest from Rock Island, Il. to Des Moines Iowa to St Louis MO all were so greatful, I shook thousands of hands thanking me by people who lost everything. It was very humbling. Too bad there is so much bad politics in the Red Cross, I might still be working for them. The moral of the story- I deserved the "R & R."

I suspect she'll get better justice over there than she will here.....maybe hard time in a not-so-nice pen in siberia somewhere, or maybe even she might die of a 9mm brain hemmorage.....they still do that occasionally......

Wow...12 years old and he has half of it figured out already!!!!!!

If Joe cant help him, no one can. Not only does he do antique alternators/generators/starter-ators as part of his profession, Joe has restored several Macks.

Democrats, 2009-2012: "It's not a tax. Congress has the power to regulate commerce." Republicans et al, 2009-2012: "It either violates the Commerce Clause, or it's a tax on the middle class. Either way it's bad." Obama, 2009-2012: "Heavens no, I would never raise taxes on the middle class.." SCOTUS, 6/28/12: "It violates the Commerce Clause, but that doesn't matter because it's actually a tax and therefore legal." Democrats/Obama, 6/28/12: "Yayz!" Republicans et al, 6/28/12: "So you're raising taxes on the middle class." Democrats/Obama, 6/28/12: "..............."

You damn kids.....lol.....yes young Vincent, a Lawn-Boy is a 2 stroke mower. Hence all the DD/Lawn Boy jokes.

Enjoy!

U models need a minimum of three fat chicks on the porch, a DM you only need a minimum of one.

I have three wives,maybe four...lost count. I cant keep em happy all of the time, you can borrow her once in a while, as long as there is no more talk of putting a Lawn-Boy in my FWD.

Oh, you didnt know....I'm mormon. They both are......and Jennifer Love Hewitt, too.

This does not sound good. In all seriousness, I never met the man but I hope he is ok.

I came down the stairs and sat at the table as the girlfriend cooked a breakfast of eggs, bacon, pancakes and all the trimmings......The mail was on the table.....She was on the cover of the new Playboy. I looked up and my son was on the Wheaties box.....and my wife was on the milk carton......

The best looking Detroit Diesel I ever saw had a huge hole in the side of the block with part of a rod through the hole.

Find the value of the portion of land that he staked out, then offer to sell it to him for that, plus he picks up the cost of going to the county for the subdivision of the lot...When he laughs, hold a steady face, and when he says "you're not serious?" say "I am. Or you can take those stakes on my property and stick them up your ass sideways."