Whoa! I just read the Commander's soliloquy centered around Liquid Wrench, and soon discovered that I'd reached the end of this thread (so far...). I thought this epic was chronicled all the way up to Seattle? Maybe my browser wore out and won't refresh that far...
Waiting for more with bated breath.
Like many others here, I, too have made cross-country trips in a slow, noisy, rattly 40. One time with my sister, in Late November, and in Montana she wrote this in her journal:
"The day was cold, spirits low; tempers short, clothes pungent..."
I had refused to stop for the luxury that most women demand that is CLEAN CLOTHES. Something about travelling in a 40 that makes you want to endure hardships. Anyone who's travelled across Wyoming in bitter weather with a ragtop and a '69 heater can attest. And I can believe every tall tale the Commander cites on his travels because that's what happens in a 'Cruiser, like magic.
I feel very sad, though, because I actually sold my 55 a few years ago for something more modern I could drive the kids around in, and never changed my bio here on MUD. Boy, do I regret that move. I never got the opportunity to drive the 55 cross-country. Now, after reading this thread, I'm scouring Craigslist for any cheap Rustbucket so I can re-live the dream. Prices seem to be going up (again), 'specially since this thread started!
I actually HAD a classic rustbucket that I even have a video of, somewhwere, of my then-6-yr-old nephew sitting in the rotted driver's seat and going thru a child's tutorial of how to shift the gears. This particular truck I found in a guy's field in upstate NY, and I dragged it back home to CT. Someone had strapped wooden blocks bewteen the rear leaf eyes and what was left of the frame to take the place of the shackles, which had no place left on the frame to bolt to. The rest of the truck was just as bad. But I swapped the carb from my 55 over to it, put in fresh gas, and it fired up and purred like a kitten! More amazing, the brake pedal was high and firm! It was an impulsive buy, I had no time to devote to it, so I put it on
Ebay, and some guy from Texas bought it and shipped it down. This was in 2004-ish. A Rustbucket. The coincidence just struck me.
Anyway, one of my happiest memories of that 55 I sold was when I stored it in my sister's barn in Maine when I moved to CT, just to keep it safe until the move was complete. 1 year later, I went to retrieve it and it was COVERED in chicken poop and dust, and my nice, clean interior (I'm anal about that) was covered in muddy footprints from my nephew and his friends. Every knob and control lever was pushed, pulled, and moved, and the battery of course was long dead.
Imagine the fun those little boys had "driving" that thing in the barn!!
One last thing is something I'm currently struggling with after reading this thread's underlying theme of men and their hand-me-down old cars. I bought a clean, straight, rust-free '66 Ford F250 work truck with the 300 six and 4-speed shortly after moving to CT, and have used it lovingly for HEAVY work ever since. No restoration; it hauls firewood, gravel, you name it, and the Cub Scout tents and canoes, etc.
But now it's getting worn (after 9 yrs of non-stop use and NO mechanical breakdowns), windshield is massively cracked, lights don't work anymore, and I just don't feel safe in it hauling around my boys and little girl on East-Coast surface streets (plus it's dangerously slow compared to any modern 4-cyl). So I bought a more modern truck to replace it. And now I'm struggling with the need to sell the '66, because I have no place to store it, and it's just one more thing to attend to, whether I drive it or not, that I no longer have time or money for. But my youngest boy implores me NOT to sell it. It has been in our lives since he and the little girl were born. And after reading this thread it has become clear to me that THIS truck could be the one my sons talk about after I'm gone...
Provided I have the brains to keep it! Thanks for the reality check, Commander!