Teh Squeaky Wheel
Merry Pre-Christmas Friday, GN!
The velocity of an unladen swallow is certainly less than that of Mac’s Datsun sliding sideways on dry asphalt at 75 mph. *Gulp!*
The most foolish automotive stuff I did as a yout’ doesn’t come anywhere close to that; criminy.
I remember those 510s; a buddy of mine in HS had a used yellow wagon from (I think) ’69 which was badly rusted by ’73; the front end resembled Frank Fontaine:
Just read that Berlin Jihad Boy is an ex-jihadi. GOOD!
Given the backstory that has emerged, it’s unfortunate he wasn’t deported sooner. Why the fook are western countries doing this to themselves leaders doing this to their citizens?
Hey…teh Raiders’ logo has transformed into menorahs!!1!
A…a…and there’s a Christmas tree, too!!
This truly is a magical time of year.
Merry Christmas, Mr. Admin / Blue Glove Guy!! (And thanks for keeping this place spinning, sir.)
Magical indeed and good morning Fatwa and GN! Happy Friday!
Fatwa, I was rather crazy at that time, but I really went nuts when I switched to a motorcycle, a Norton 850. I never had a car with much power, but the Norton was FAST. Long ago and far away.
The Datsun 510 was an economy sedan but in SCCA racing it ran against the BMW 2002 and the Alpha Romeo 1800 GT and it dominated the class. It had the smallest engine and the least power but it out handled everything. It meant there was lots of racing gear for it. The independent rear suspension set it apart.
Happy Christmas Eve Eve and Hanukkah Eve, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa, Sven, and Mac!
TSWadministrator has certainly done a nice job decorating the cage. The image to the left looks like Jerry’s place.
Fortunately for me, when I was a ‘ute, I never had a fast or powerful car. My first was a ’67 Datsun pickup that had been seriously neglected by its original owner. I’d pull into a gas station and ask them to fill it up with oil and check the gas. The synchromesh on the manual transmission was shot, so I had to learn how to double-clutch. The 1300 cc engine developed a massive 67 hp and didn’t want to go over 65 mph.
I was lucky in my first car. I was 18 and it was a 1962 Chevy Nova with a small six and a two speed automatic. It had been a young woman’s first car and she had it until I bought it as she was getting married. It was in great condition and was reliable and nice. It was slow but was much better than the 60 Falcon I learned on so I was happy. I should have kept it but I had the speed bug after about a year and got a Datsun 1600 roadster. Had lots of trouble with it but it was so much fun I was hooked on sports cars.
A good friend of mine bought a used Datsun 1600 roadster while working his way through college. I remember going on a few rides after adjusting the carbs -- great fun! He hated to sell it.
They were terrific fun. I didn’t know how to use a clutch when I bought it so it took me 45 minutes to get out of the guys driveway, but after an hour or so I had it down and loved it. I spent ten plus hours a day in the car for a couple of weeks. The problem with the car was it blew head gaskets. The solution was to counterbore the head for metal O rings but I couldn’t afford that so I traded it on the 510. I always lusted after a Datsun 2000, the same car as the 1600 but with a more powerful engine and a five speed transmission. I could never afford one. I would have had that 1600 for a long time if it had not had the problem. My father helped me replace the gasket once but it blew again very soon. I think the heads warped. Too bad as it was possibly the most comfortable sports car I ever had.
Huh. My first car was a 66 Chevy Nova Super Sport. 327 engine and 300 HP--four speed manual transmission. I loved that car. Paid $500 for it through my cousin who was a wholesaler. The paperwork was put through a lot on Reseda Blvd called Mr. Motor owned by a guy named Harvey Rader who everyone called Mr. Murder, but not to his face.
Reading the story, I guess he wasnt Mr Murder in 1976 when I bought that car. All of my first cars including an Audi, a Caprice, and a Ford Granada were bought through my cousins, so I guess the last one, the Granada bought in like 1984 was when Harvey was referred to as Mr Murder…but not to his face.
Memory--the first thing to go, eh?
Quite a story. Was he deported?
I don’t think so, Mac. I think he died out here a few years ago.
Little Jack Tatum is loudly expressing his displeasure with the cold rain coming down. Like I can do anything about it. Cats.
Our feline overlords set high standards for us to meet. We should be honored, I suppose.
There’s worse things than a complaining cat, like if Hillary! were being POTUS next month.
What a terrible thought. I may not sleep tonight.