Born on a forty acre farm. Keeping up with my mom's family we had a tin TV full of tubes that never worked longer than a few days. I don't remember a radio, might not have been a station. Was out the door before daylight every morning as soon as I could reach the knob. Came in when I was hungry or thirsty. You just naturally find things to get into, good and bad!
Moved to the "city" when our farm house burned but didn't get any richer. My brothers were both into motorcycles, worked on them a bit and everything around. Started working for Mobil Oil at twelve, bought my first car at fifteen. Drove it twenty miles to the service station my dad was dealer of and rebuilt the engine with a few extras. Dad suspected what I did when I fired the 289 and the station shook so bad that the fluorescent lights were flashing and all threatening to fall! That thing would carry the front wheels for a hundred yards or so in first and didn't have a top end, 125plus in third gear of a wide ratio four speed. It pegged the speedometer before shifting into fourth. Everything I owned was hell on tires but I was a Goodyear dealer all through my teens. Even my mom's car had fiberglass wide ovals on it!
Fortunately a large oak tree limb fell on the mustang so I'm around today. Never got beat on the street in 1970 and that's saying something! Might have been a few cars in Baton Rouge faster but I never bumped into them. Knew at least one was, an early sixties Ford with a NASCAR 427 cammer under the hood, 735HP factory. My '65 2+2 mustang was a lot lighter especially since it was gutted but at best I wasn't pushing much over half the horsepower.
Built, wrenched on, and drove stock cars, built and tuned rifles and pistols that won matches and set records, do any maintenance on anything I take a notion, weld up what needs welding. Have built shops from scratch, wood frame and steel, through the plumbing, electrical, HVAC, and paint. Like the cowboy said, I can ride it, rope it, roll it, or throw it, and I'm a pretty good windmill man! Leastways I was, mostly tired and retired now, playing with the saws a little and turning on a wood lathe, self taught which is a bit more involved and dangerous than it sounds. The wood lathe may rival a chainsaw in danger used wrong. They kill people every year too. Of course I do the maintenance and repairs on my lathe.
Just starting to learn two cycle, never liked the contrary bassets! They don't like me either. My 150 OMC was cruising up the intercoastal canal throttled back ten percent when it split and spread a crank bearing race, instant scrap powerhead!
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