1958 F.W.D.

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."

Agreed. When I was a young'n helping out my father with one of the F-Models or the firetrucks, if I didnt have grease & dirt from head to toe, ear to ear and in me arse, he would tell me I wasnt working hard enough. I also knew when I was working hard enough depending on how loud my mother screamed "GET HIM INTO THE TUB!" when Dad would bring me home from the shop or the firehouse.