peaking of pegboard, this caught my eye, back behind the drill press. Ty rapped together.
One of my first purchases after getting hired at the bus company in 1980, I bought a 1965 Chevy half ton,short bed, stepside pickup. Black with white grill. $300. Small block, 3 speed on the column. From a usedcar lot, still there same as ever.
The Mack bulldog was featured prominently on the hood. That was one tough ass truck. I'd do burnouts and doughnuts. I couldn't hurt it.I showed a buddy how to make it backfire at will. That came back to haunt me...
When I sold the truck I kept the bulldog. It sat for many moons. I found it once, took in just the dog to the machinist at work. He got out the messed up bolts and put in Nutzerts in his paws. Muchas gracias, Chico!!
And right into a cardboard box. For years.Finally to pegboard.For years. I saw it today.
I had to show it what could happen if it didn't, so it co-operated and the rusted up bolts and nuts came out.
I kept it to spark memories, almost nightmares from memories.Putting a water pump on a V8 Mack cabover. I needed a cherry picker one time to hang a fuel pump on a Mack. A fucking fuel pump.I should get something to forget...
Anyway, I found a nice scrap of wood,cleaned it up and squared it up and waxed it up with some vintage Johnson's Paste Wax. The dog and the base are in as is was found condition. And should be, it's staying that way. It was old when I got it, 45 years ago.
It took me longer to take pictures,edit pictures,upload pictures,type this, than to do all the work
I'm probly going to let you down but, I swear I won't keep you down. John Hiatt
