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Memorial Day
I want to take this time to thank all the members who are veterans or members of the Armed Forces for thier service to our country. I aalso want us to stop for a minute of silent prayer for those who have given their lives for our country.
Tom Drisdale
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Tom Drisdale
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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays
I want to wish everyone a MErry Christmas and a Happy New Year.Lets make this site one of the best on EONS next year and I want to welcome all new members.
Tom Drisdale
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Tom Drisdale
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Veterans
I wish to take a moment ffor us all to give thanks to the Veterans who gave thier lives for our country and all who served for thier service.
I want to especailly pray for all those still in harms way in Iraq and Afganistan that they are able to return home safley and healthy to thier families.
Let us remember them for thier sacrifices and also thier families who have to do without them during thier deployment.
Tom Drisdale
Moderator
Vietnam Era Vetern 1966 to 1968
I want to especailly pray for all those still in harms way in Iraq and Afganistan that they are able to return home safley and healthy to thier families.
Let us remember them for thier sacrifices and also thier families who have to do without them during thier deployment.
Tom Drisdale
Moderator
Vietnam Era Vetern 1966 to 1968
ANTIQUES & CLASSICS: THEY KILL HORSES, DON'T THEY?
12/13/09.....I went off road into the deep snow, up into Spring Canyon of the Flowerys in the Virginia Ranges Quadrangle yesterday, looking for wildhorses. I could see in th edeep snow that it looked as if several vehicles had been up here in the show over the last two or three days. But no matter to me as I was looking for the wildhorses to observe and photograph, as I have been doing as part of my research into the plight of the wildhorses and those that oppose their existence and would bring them harm....
...............This isn't alway the easiest of tasks and interests, because though there are many many people who love the symbol of the wild horses running free, there are also many many whom oppose that they exist at all. Only to make this article sound more peaceful, I will not mention the names of nationally known organizations that wish the wildhorses all gone or dead....
..............so driving up into the high desert mountain canyon to where I know there are several springs that attracts the wildhorses to drink, I was looking all around to see if I could spot any. Not always the easiest thing to do as the canyonis quite large and about ten miles deep by ten miles wide, and with many sub-canyons evolving from the many ravines, and drywashes, and also the many ridgelines coming down off the many high slopes of the mountain peaks here. It is a large mostly undisturbed natural area, that has been popular to deer hunters during hunting seasons, and campers and four wheelers throughout the years, and there are many old springs flowing here and there throughout the canyon. It is very pretty right now with the two to three foot of snowcover except in areas where it had drifted five and six feet deep, and all the deep green of the Pinyon Pines, and bluish-green of the Alpine Junipers growing quite profusely throughout the canyon also.......
..............As I continued up into the higher areas of the canyon, I started to see sign of wildhorses here and there, an dfinally saw some of them, mostly grazing on east facin gslopes where the little sunlight of the last week had melted down some of the snow depth making it easier for the horses to paw their hooves throughit, and find bits of anything they could eat. These wildhorses really are amazing that they can survive at all in the ten year snow storms that are cyclical here throughout my life anyway. They will eat just about anything when they have to, including winter dead Sagebrushes, and bark and boughs from the evergreens. That is the most amazing part that they survive this, because the evergreen boughs are so acidic and very hard for any grazing animal to digest that I know of.......
.............As I drove along negotiating the slippery snow covered dirt tracks, and looking for horses, I saw something dark ahead in the snow, and as I got closer, I could see it looked like a downed dark horse, and it wasn't making any movement, so I knew what I was going to find. As I approached what looked to be a two or three year old mare, I could see a exposed bone in a rear leg that was very broken, and could make out signs that this near fullgrown horse had been dead about 24 to 48 hours, and had been hit by a 4x4 jeep or truck by the ruts in the snow cover, and the blood spatter, and that the belly had ripped open exposing organs. There was no way I could discern whether the horse had been killed instantly upon being hit, or was made to suffer and die of exposure following the acute injuries. It was clear that many little varmints and scavangers had as quickly as death came to the horse, that they began to feed and draw life from the death. That is the law of nature..........
..............I sadly took a few pictures, and tied a note to the front hooves for the BLM ranger I would call and report the killing to. He would come soon and make a futile investigation that would go cold. Most governement here doesn't care about the horses and their vulnerability to those advocating killing them, and reducing the need for the costly ineffective government management of them at all. As I drove out of the canyon, the incident rememinded me of a movie I had seen many years ago starring Jane Fonda in which many horses were slaughtered, but that was a different time...........
...............This isn't alway the easiest of tasks and interests, because though there are many many people who love the symbol of the wild horses running free, there are also many many whom oppose that they exist at all. Only to make this article sound more peaceful, I will not mention the names of nationally known organizations that wish the wildhorses all gone or dead....
..............so driving up into the high desert mountain canyon to where I know there are several springs that attracts the wildhorses to drink, I was looking all around to see if I could spot any. Not always the easiest thing to do as the canyonis quite large and about ten miles deep by ten miles wide, and with many sub-canyons evolving from the many ravines, and drywashes, and also the many ridgelines coming down off the many high slopes of the mountain peaks here. It is a large mostly undisturbed natural area, that has been popular to deer hunters during hunting seasons, and campers and four wheelers throughout the years, and there are many old springs flowing here and there throughout the canyon. It is very pretty right now with the two to three foot of snowcover except in areas where it had drifted five and six feet deep, and all the deep green of the Pinyon Pines, and bluish-green of the Alpine Junipers growing quite profusely throughout the canyon also.......
..............As I continued up into the higher areas of the canyon, I started to see sign of wildhorses here and there, an dfinally saw some of them, mostly grazing on east facin gslopes where the little sunlight of the last week had melted down some of the snow depth making it easier for the horses to paw their hooves throughit, and find bits of anything they could eat. These wildhorses really are amazing that they can survive at all in the ten year snow storms that are cyclical here throughout my life anyway. They will eat just about anything when they have to, including winter dead Sagebrushes, and bark and boughs from the evergreens. That is the most amazing part that they survive this, because the evergreen boughs are so acidic and very hard for any grazing animal to digest that I know of.......
.............As I drove along negotiating the slippery snow covered dirt tracks, and looking for horses, I saw something dark ahead in the snow, and as I got closer, I could see it looked like a downed dark horse, and it wasn't making any movement, so I knew what I was going to find. As I approached what looked to be a two or three year old mare, I could see a exposed bone in a rear leg that was very broken, and could make out signs that this near fullgrown horse had been dead about 24 to 48 hours, and had been hit by a 4x4 jeep or truck by the ruts in the snow cover, and the blood spatter, and that the belly had ripped open exposing organs. There was no way I could discern whether the horse had been killed instantly upon being hit, or was made to suffer and die of exposure following the acute injuries. It was clear that many little varmints and scavangers had as quickly as death came to the horse, that they began to feed and draw life from the death. That is the law of nature..........
..............I sadly took a few pictures, and tied a note to the front hooves for the BLM ranger I would call and report the killing to. He would come soon and make a futile investigation that would go cold. Most governement here doesn't care about the horses and their vulnerability to those advocating killing them, and reducing the need for the costly ineffective government management of them at all. As I drove out of the canyon, the incident rememinded me of a movie I had seen many years ago starring Jane Fonda in which many horses were slaughtered, but that was a different time...........
Man Builds Detailed Model Cars From Discarded Alum
Greetings folks and hope your holidays are great. Found something that may interest some of you. Since I have built models most of my years, I find this amazing. How about you?
Meet Sandy Sanderson from New Zealand. Needing something to keep himself occupied after breaking his wrist in a motorcycle accident, he started building amazing model cars from discarded aluminum cans. His incredibly intricate work below.
Meet Sandy Sanderson from New Zealand. Needing something to keep himself occupied after breaking his wrist in a motorcycle accident, he started building amazing model cars from discarded aluminum cans. His incredibly intricate work below.
ANTIQUE/CLASSIC METALHEADS: TRYING TO COME........
11/25/09.....out of a slump after my heart broke last week. I will be back soon I promise. I got some busy today to try and break out again, and went and visited a few friends. Ken Davidson, my Vietnam vet buddy who collects rocks also, he had some nice red jaspers he had collected through the summer. Then I visited David Walking Bear, my old friend who makes my rocks into sterling southwest indian style jewelry. And last I went up to Fernley, to visit vet friend Bob Clark, and drink a beer with him. He introduced me to his across the street neighbors, who are first and second generation German-Americans. The daughter Christine is working as a teacher at Fernley High School where all my three sons graduated, and is teaching German as a Foreign Language. I thought that very cool. I was very pleasantly surprised at this family praising me for the day a few weeks ago, that had been so windy that it ripped their Stars and Stripes from the little flagpole in front of their house, as I had just arrived for a visit to Bob's, and had seen the flag torn down by mother nature's tantrum. So I had walked right over across their lawn and picked it up, and folded it military fashion and laid it on their porch. The daughter inside the house saw me , but not knowing who I was at that time, was afraid to come to her door and say anything, but had noticed how I am always visiting Bob's house dressed in military swat( black is what you wear when mourning someone, my late wife ), and my old green beret. And that my military looking army green Hummer H3 has my Purple Heart liscense plates, and DOD military clearance stickers on my windshield. So eventually she asked Bob about me, and he revealed that I am military combat retired, so she and her whole family have the greatest respect and admiration for me. I have rarely bumped into people who think so highly of me.
.........So, though the day went better, I was still hurting some in my heart. It seems to hurt more now then when younger. Things just are not as easy as in the 1970's when we were all full of P**s and Vinegar. At 60 years old it seems neccessary to think first before acting/reacting. I don't know if it is all that right, but it does seem absolute because we are not as resilent as when in our 20's and 30's, But who cares really, we just want to jump up, and sing, and dance. I know it's true. As we have aged, life only becomes more precious. With all that preciousness, we will only enjoy every breath, and every exhileration, and every bit of spent passions; a whole lot more. Don't you agree? Happy Thanksgiving all my friends. Drink of that cup of kindness yet, in days of auld lang syne.............
.........So, though the day went better, I was still hurting some in my heart. It seems to hurt more now then when younger. Things just are not as easy as in the 1970's when we were all full of P**s and Vinegar. At 60 years old it seems neccessary to think first before acting/reacting. I don't know if it is all that right, but it does seem absolute because we are not as resilent as when in our 20's and 30's, But who cares really, we just want to jump up, and sing, and dance. I know it's true. As we have aged, life only becomes more precious. With all that preciousness, we will only enjoy every breath, and every exhileration, and every bit of spent passions; a whole lot more. Don't you agree? Happy Thanksgiving all my friends. Drink of that cup of kindness yet, in days of auld lang syne.............
A Little Wish...........
11/24/09..........I have is that all my friends here know the same kind of enjoyment as I, as to have so many wonderful friends here. Thank you all. Happy Thanksgiving ......
Starting a new project
Hello all,
I've been away for a while, my wife past away last year, and I've just worked my way back out to the garage at last. I picked up a new project car...this one is a 1958 Chevrolet Brookwood Station Wagon. Looking forward to getting started.
I've been away for a while, my wife past away last year, and I've just worked my way back out to the garage at last. I picked up a new project car...this one is a 1958 Chevrolet Brookwood Station Wagon. Looking forward to getting started.
Ford Falcons...........
10/2/09........I had always loved the cuteness of the little ford Falcons. I had also love the Corvairs, and Chevy II's, and Comets. Never really cared for the Valiants, but long after they were twenty years old or more, they all began to be missed. Old car Value Guide said after twenty years less then 10 percent reamined, the lesser the production numbers of course, the more valuable they all became.
..................Eventually I became older and started having a growing family, we needed to have something more then my old 48-56 Ford pickup trucks and panels. I wa skind of entrenched in Fordorama, so decided Falcons were the cars for us.
..................My first Falcon was a little prize in being only production number 13348, and rolled of the assemblyline in September 1959. A pre-sixties 60 tudor sedan with that little 144cid-L6, and little 3spd aluminum manuel tranny. Gosh it was a great little car, getting about 23-29 mpg. Man were they easy to care for, and do anywork on. I loved it so much, I soon had as many as six around at anytime. My boys all learned to work on them and drive them. They were cheap to care for, and there were for the most part, lots of good used parts available for them.
.................Over the years, there were a few more notable ones I owned. One wa s a 63 Falcon Country Sedan Station Wagon, that was the most deluxed Falcon I had ever seen. When I decided not to restore it, but instead part it out. People came from as far as Canada, and a fellow even flew in from Australia for something special it had. I had bought it for $35, and sold parts for over $800 before I finally let the stripped unibody core go at last.
.................Another Falcon I got hold of that was a prize, was a 65 Futura Tudor Sedan that had been rear ended messing up the trunk lid, and rear passenger quarter panel, but was other wise so perfect it was still new looking. Since I worked at Napa Auto Parts at that time, I knew all the local wrecking yards, and collectors and such, so my friend who owned a wrecking yard called me telling me he had aFalcon prize that he wanted $300 for it, and I should come look at it. I did and was really surprised to find this interesting little Aztec Gold medium 65Falxon Futura had been bought buy a lady in Grants Pass Oregon orginally wwho wanted it to have good commuting power for going to work just north of Grants Pass at Central Point, and she used it keeping a regular gas journal for all that time until 85' when she gave it to her grandaughter to go to college in Portland area, and visiting the country near where I lived she got rear-ended by a garbage truck, but only the right rear passenger quarter panel was wrecked...........
..................Eventually I became older and started having a growing family, we needed to have something more then my old 48-56 Ford pickup trucks and panels. I wa skind of entrenched in Fordorama, so decided Falcons were the cars for us.
..................My first Falcon was a little prize in being only production number 13348, and rolled of the assemblyline in September 1959. A pre-sixties 60 tudor sedan with that little 144cid-L6, and little 3spd aluminum manuel tranny. Gosh it was a great little car, getting about 23-29 mpg. Man were they easy to care for, and do anywork on. I loved it so much, I soon had as many as six around at anytime. My boys all learned to work on them and drive them. They were cheap to care for, and there were for the most part, lots of good used parts available for them.
.................Over the years, there were a few more notable ones I owned. One wa s a 63 Falcon Country Sedan Station Wagon, that was the most deluxed Falcon I had ever seen. When I decided not to restore it, but instead part it out. People came from as far as Canada, and a fellow even flew in from Australia for something special it had. I had bought it for $35, and sold parts for over $800 before I finally let the stripped unibody core go at last.
.................Another Falcon I got hold of that was a prize, was a 65 Futura Tudor Sedan that had been rear ended messing up the trunk lid, and rear passenger quarter panel, but was other wise so perfect it was still new looking. Since I worked at Napa Auto Parts at that time, I knew all the local wrecking yards, and collectors and such, so my friend who owned a wrecking yard called me telling me he had aFalcon prize that he wanted $300 for it, and I should come look at it. I did and was really surprised to find this interesting little Aztec Gold medium 65Falxon Futura had been bought buy a lady in Grants Pass Oregon orginally wwho wanted it to have good commuting power for going to work just north of Grants Pass at Central Point, and she used it keeping a regular gas journal for all that time until 85' when she gave it to her grandaughter to go to college in Portland area, and visiting the country near where I lived she got rear-ended by a garbage truck, but only the right rear passenger quarter panel was wrecked...........
classic cars
hi everyone iam thomas from up here in t he N.W. i have 2 amc cars 76 pacer remember them?and also i have 82 spirit amx.iam still restoring these classics.but the one car that wish i had agian is my 68 barracuda conv.that car ran for ever.well anyway enjoy your classics, tcandeyman i will try to post a picture of these cars
