dakota44
Posted on 13 Mar 2014, 20:10
First car was a 1950 Ford 4door sedan with a flathead V8. Bought it from a guy in the barracks in Guantanimo Bay Cuba when I was stationed there. I was 18 at the time. Saw the car sitting behind the barracks and for two months it never moved. Found out who owned it and asked why he never drove it. He said he had backed it over the edge of the road on JPJ Hill and after it was pulled out it never ran again. Told me it had no motor mounts and the engine sat on two short pieces of 2x4. As soon as he told me that I knew what was wrong with it and gave him 50 dollars for it. Went down, opened the hood and, just as I suspected, the piece of flexible fuel line between the carb and the metal line had broken when he backed it over the hill. Replaced it with a piece of rubber hose the same size and drove away.
The left bank water pump (it had a left and a right bank pump) was ****ed and had to fill it with water before I drove it. Many a night at the enlisted club, well full of beer and driving all over the base, run it out of water and then all the oil would burn out and it would stall when I was shifting gears and start again when the next gear engaged. In the morning I would pop the trunk, take out 4 quarts of oil and fill it up, add water, and she would start right up. Smoked like hell, but ran great. Couldn't kill it. Drove it for more than a year like that. Loved that car. When I got transferred I just tossed the keys to a new guy in the barracks and told him to have fun.
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