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Stopped and asked about a Mustang tucked way back on his property. He proceeded to show me all 10 mustangs he had there. I got kind of excited when I saw the silouette of an early fastback under a tarp nest to the barn. I started over quickly, but he grabbed my arm hard. He walked over slowly, banged on the quarter panel a few times, then backed off. Six rattlers slithered out from under the car. I now wear boots when I go prospecting here in Arizona.
For everyone's information: He still has the cars and is willing to sell them, but only if someone wants the whole package (minus snakes). I can't afford it alone (but have talked him down to 22K from 25K for everything).
For everyone's information: He still has the cars and is willing to sell them, but only if someone wants the whole package (minus snakes). I can't afford it alone (but have talked him down to 22K from 25K for everything).
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Not near death, but I had let my 79 Cutlass (Buick 350, 3:73 posi and a built TH350 tranny) sit for a spell. I took it out for a spin. I was motivating down this long straight back road, as I approached the curve at the end I felt this thing crawling on my neck. I grabbed the freaking mouse chucked it out the window and hit the bend sideways and kept going. Got my heart pounding though. Next time I'll put a few snakes in just to get them stinking bastards!
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I was checking out some cars a guy near me had in a large pole barn. He has about 100 mustangs on his property, with the better cars in his barn. They are all parked about 6 inches from each other. I had climbed over some cars to look at a 65 coupe, I noticed it smelled like an animal had taken a dump nearby. The window on the car was halfway down, so I stuck my head in sideways to look around. I turned my head to check out the front seats, and there's a big raccoon staring back at me! It was about two feet from my face. I think I left another smell in the barn........
Ok, there's this guy who's name I won't mention who is deathly afraid of spiders. He's ok if he know their there, can pick them up and everything but loses it completely if they sneak up on him.
Now this guy is a car guy and as we all know, cars+garages = spiders...just the nature of the beast. Well, after this "guy" bug bombed the garage 4 times and got the car out, washed it and got it all pretty and prepped decided to go for a spin. Well, let's just say the FIRST spider was on the steering wheel and was dealt with ok. Just a little spider...wait, there's one coming down the brim of my...errrrr "his" hat....hat off, smush! Wow, there's another one...and another one...well, he looks up into a kaleidoscope of spiders descending from the roof. On his face, down his neck, all over...so he stops the car, gets out yelling (not screaming, the adrenaline surge was full bore at this point) stomping, wiping, swiping, flicking, smacking, swatting, cursing and just plain nuts.
So...scurry back home (afoot) and get a bug bomb...put it in the car...wait an hour...get in, drive home...clean, clean, clean.....<sigh>
At least I didn't smack the windshield to kill one and crack it this time /forums/images/icons/wink.gif
But hell, give me snakes, slugs, raccoons, dead bodies, live bodies, ex-wives, (no ex husbands...) and I can handle all those /forums/images/icons/smile.gif
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Now this guy is a car guy and as we all know, cars+garages = spiders...just the nature of the beast. Well, after this "guy" bug bombed the garage 4 times and got the car out, washed it and got it all pretty and prepped decided to go for a spin. Well, let's just say the FIRST spider was on the steering wheel and was dealt with ok. Just a little spider...wait, there's one coming down the brim of my...errrrr "his" hat....hat off, smush! Wow, there's another one...and another one...well, he looks up into a kaleidoscope of spiders descending from the roof. On his face, down his neck, all over...so he stops the car, gets out yelling (not screaming, the adrenaline surge was full bore at this point) stomping, wiping, swiping, flicking, smacking, swatting, cursing and just plain nuts.
So...scurry back home (afoot) and get a bug bomb...put it in the car...wait an hour...get in, drive home...clean, clean, clean.....<sigh>
At least I didn't smack the windshield to kill one and crack it this time /forums/images/icons/wink.gif
But hell, give me snakes, slugs, raccoons, dead bodies, live bodies, ex-wives, (no ex husbands...) and I can handle all those /forums/images/icons/smile.gif
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Wasn't the price lower last year when I talked to you about a deal on these? We talked and I had offered to finance 1/3 to 1/2 of the deal depending on the cars. If I remember correctly you said he had a T5 included also. You had a buddy that wanted in on the deal as well if I remember correctly. What happened, did he decide all of a sudden the cars are worth more than they really are?
Always wondered what happened with the cars.
Always wondered what happened with the cars.
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Back about Sept of last year I was under my car in the garage working on the power steering and I look up and here comes a snake slithering right toward me like he's gonna get me or something. I crawled out and caught it with a box wrench. Damn thing had to be at least 6 inches long. Corn snake I think.
Several years ago a friend gave us a plastic play sand box for our kids. Went to go get it and when I got it home my wife said, we'd better clean it up and check for spiders and stuff underneath. "Spiders huh, OK whatever" I said.
So, we flipped it over and there were two black widows at opposite corners-one just about where I had put my hand to pick it up. Wives know.
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Several years ago a friend gave us a plastic play sand box for our kids. Went to go get it and when I got it home my wife said, we'd better clean it up and check for spiders and stuff underneath. "Spiders huh, OK whatever" I said.
So, we flipped it over and there were two black widows at opposite corners-one just about where I had put my hand to pick it up. Wives know.
J. Boggs
I brought a K code Fastback back home from Houston Texas, I live in Wisconsin. The next weekend I started power washing the shell, and then vacuumed up loose scale and rust. I had to do this because the previous owner let his dogs pee all over the car and it stunk inside and out. When it was finally washed, I was checking out the under dash wiring when something RACED across the wires near my hand and head. It really freaked me out, I thought it was a mouse or something. So I get out a can of raid and proceed to spray a few shots where I thought the critter went. I go back inside, watch some TV, and out of the corner of my eye, I see something limping away from the car. When I get outside I find the BIGGEST darn cockroach that I have ever seen!! ( We don't have roaches like the south!) It was almost as big as a mouse! I guess everything is bigger in TX /forums/images/icons/wink.gif
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I use to deliver parts for a dealership when I was a kid. Well I was making a devivery and I got lost in the South Bronxs, NY. Some of you know what it is and was like 25 years ago, I'm sure similar to the neighborhood sykesk's is talking about. All of the buildings were trashed from the ground level, up to about 30'. It looked like a war zone. Well I was stopped at an intersection, looked into what was once some sort of a corner store. Well I was a skinny white boy that some other ethnic background dudes that were really big sitting inside this blown out store checking me out. In some areas of NYC, a red light means go, aAnd that's exactly what I did!
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I use to deliver parts for a dealership when I was a kid. Well I was making a devivery and I got lost in the South Bronxs, NY. Some of you know what it is and was like 25 years ago, I'm sure similar to the neighborhood sykesk's is talking about. All of the buildings were trashed from the ground level, up to about 30'. It looked like a war zone. Well I was stopped at an intersection, looked into what was once some sort of a corner store. Well I was a skinny white boy that some other ethnic background dudes that were really big sitting inside this blown out store checking me out. In some areas of NYC, a red light means go, aAnd that's exactly what I did!
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Not Mustang related but...
One of my aunts is a feisty old gal. She's in her 80's and still gets around and drives herself and such. A couple of years ago, she pulls into her driveway and when she opens the door of her car to get out, there was a big ol' rattle snake right where she was about to step. She slams the door and slides over to the other side and gets out and heads immediately to the garage to get a hoe to dispatch said rattler.
When she gets back to the car, she finds the snake's head is squished in the jamb from when she slammed the door!
One of my aunts is a feisty old gal. She's in her 80's and still gets around and drives herself and such. A couple of years ago, she pulls into her driveway and when she opens the door of her car to get out, there was a big ol' rattle snake right where she was about to step. She slams the door and slides over to the other side and gets out and heads immediately to the garage to get a hoe to dispatch said rattler.
When she gets back to the car, she finds the snake's head is squished in the jamb from when she slammed the door!
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On one of the mustang hunting trips I took in the 80's, I went to Altus,Ok. to check out the rural roads and wrecking yards.
My older brother lived in Altus, so I got him to take me to known Mustang places. We went to this wrecking yard and looked around for a while, when out of nowhere comes this "guard' goat. That goat chased us around the place, trying to do that head butt thing. To bad I didn't have a video camera, that would be pretty funny.
My older brother lived in Altus, so I got him to take me to known Mustang places. We went to this wrecking yard and looked around for a while, when out of nowhere comes this "guard' goat. That goat chased us around the place, trying to do that head butt thing. To bad I didn't have a video camera, that would be pretty funny.
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I had mentioned this groiup of cars on the VMF before. There are 2 converts (1 is a 64.5), 2 Fastbacks, 6 coupes (one is a T-5). Since I last talked to him, He has dragged out a bunch of parts from all over his property. Wheels, blocks, heads, intakes, fenders, quarters, all kinds of instrument pieces and driver quality instrument panels, even some removed original carpeting. Everything he has that is small block goes with the deal. Still a good deal, but much more than I can afford.
If anyone is serious about seeing these, I can arrange another meeting with him. I have a digital camera now, so I'll at least try to get some pics this month. Send me a PM or e-mail me at [email protected]
If anyone is serious about seeing these, I can arrange another meeting with him. I have a digital camera now, so I'll at least try to get some pics this month. Send me a PM or e-mail me at [email protected]
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He added more parts, and my buddy got married, killing his involvement!
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I guess I'm getting in on the tail end of this post, but I've got a good one.
I was heading out of town in my '66 coupe and stopped for lunch at Sonic Drive-in in the nearest town, I ate my lunch then headed to the oil change place for an inspection. The old guy running the place started his inspection buy opening the hood for the vin (missing from door.) A minute later when he was writting down my license plate number someone yealled SNAKE!! We both looked up to see a 3.5' - 4' copperhead hanging out over my left front wheel. One of the other guys tryed to hook him with a squegee (s?) and he fell into the oil pit, a few seconds later the guys in the oil pit come running up the stair case. One of them says it's his last day and "he ain't gitten bit by no snake", gets in his truck and leaves. A couple others go back down to the oil pit with a shovel and try to kill the snake, all we could hear was the sound of clashing metal and timid yells coming from the pit. The old guy finished my inspectin and I left with the other guys still in the pit chasing the snake.
The scary part is that I spent 20+ min. at Sonic eating my lunch with a copperhead just on the other side of the firewall.
The funny part is hearing a "car guy" co-worker of mine telling people in my building about some "guy" in in an old car dropping a snake in the oil pit at some oil change place 2 towns over /forums/images/icons/smile.gif .
I was heading out of town in my '66 coupe and stopped for lunch at Sonic Drive-in in the nearest town, I ate my lunch then headed to the oil change place for an inspection. The old guy running the place started his inspection buy opening the hood for the vin (missing from door.) A minute later when he was writting down my license plate number someone yealled SNAKE!! We both looked up to see a 3.5' - 4' copperhead hanging out over my left front wheel. One of the other guys tryed to hook him with a squegee (s?) and he fell into the oil pit, a few seconds later the guys in the oil pit come running up the stair case. One of them says it's his last day and "he ain't gitten bit by no snake", gets in his truck and leaves. A couple others go back down to the oil pit with a shovel and try to kill the snake, all we could hear was the sound of clashing metal and timid yells coming from the pit. The old guy finished my inspectin and I left with the other guys still in the pit chasing the snake.
The scary part is that I spent 20+ min. at Sonic eating my lunch with a copperhead just on the other side of the firewall.
The funny part is hearing a "car guy" co-worker of mine telling people in my building about some "guy" in in an old car dropping a snake in the oil pit at some oil change place 2 towns over /forums/images/icons/smile.gif .
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OK - my best snake stories fall into two categories:
(I have others, but these are the best)
(1) Best car snake story
(2) Best snake story
(1) Best car snake story
When I was in High School some one T-boned me in my '71 Mach One, and I wanted it fixed right, so the car sat in the yard for several weeks into early spring while I searched for a door, fender, and quarter. Keep in mind this was late winter '78 - there were not many parts available from a dealer at that time and no repro stuff. My Dad and I took the insurance settlement and bought a '67 convertible for $900 to drive while I fixed the other car (I still have it).
Anyway, I went out to the car one day and raised the hood in time to see a large snake crawl down the back of the engine into or around the firewall. It looked like a big Chicken Snake, but I could only ever see about the last couple of feet as it slithered up under the car. This cat and mouse game went on for a week or so until I got ready to dismantle the car for repair. I was also going to do some other mods and maintenence to the car while it was being repaired.
I got my cousin to come over to help me one day, and talked him into changing out the transmission fluid for me. Unbeknownst to him, I had just chased the snake off of the top of the engine before he got to the house. My cousin crawled under the car, and while I was removing the door panel, I heard this huge "clunk" under the car, immediately followed by a curse word, then a series of "bam, bam, bam" noises followed by a long string of curse words.
I proceeded to run from the car, and I observed (from a safe distance) my cousin crawl out from under the car with a 4 foot chicken in one hand, and a wrench in the other. Boy, was he hacked off! I had almost convinced him that I knew nothing about the snake until my Mom pulled up in the driveway and proclaims "I sure am glad you got that Snake, Beri has been chasing it for two weeks!"
(2) Best snake story
In the summer of 1980, in between hauling some hay and cutting tobacco, I landed a job with TVA re-marking some of their property boundary lines around Tims Ford Reservoir. This ended up being a good job for me - a friend and I would take a truck out to a remote area around the lake and locate old survey markers and stakes and clear the area around them and repaint them with blaze orange paint. We would usually cover several miles in a day, so we always packed a lunch in a backpack and when it was lunch time we would find a suitable place to sit down for a break, rather than try to get back to the truck (we were usually miles away from anything). We could also recon some prime fishing and hunting spots
One area around the lake was particularly wooly - a tornado had come through the area 7 - 8 years earlier, and the underbrush, weeds and vines were pretty bad - it really looked like Snake City. It was bad enough that my partner and I both wore Cutter Snake Boots and carried machetes every day. We figured that We were very likely to disturb Jake since no one had been through the area in several years (no foot trails or anything), and we saw several poisnous varieties (Cottonmouth, Copperhead) often.
Anyway, one day we were looking for a spot to eat, and there was not much to pick from. We finally settled on a little clearing by a small stream. The ground was completely covered with vines. I always had to have a tree to lean my back against when I sat down to eat, so I cleared some vines off the tree, stuck my machete in the ground, and sat down with my back against the tree.
I pulled out my usual lunch feast (hot sowse sandwich w/mustard, Beenie-Weenies, crackers, washed down with a Sundrop - couldn't carry sardines, because the juice stunk up the back pack when you had to carry the empty can around the rest of the day), and got ready to eat.
Just before I unwrapped my sandwich, I smelled that strange, unique smell (sort of like over-ripened cucumber, maybe???), and I realized at that moment that Jake was somewhere very close. If you have ever been close to a snake, you know the smell. I began scanning the area, looking around on the ground, then looked between my legs and I could see about half of a Copperhead coiled between my legs! Jake was in some vines on the ground, and I was sitting on the other half, and had him pinned down! My chest almost exploded, but I did not move. I am not sure that I could have anyway.
I called my partner, and he immediately knew something was wrong. He came over to look and saw Jake in between my legs, and we had to figure out how I was going to get up without getting bitten - it really didn't look too good for the home team, and it was a couple of miles back to the truck.
I grabbed a limb on the tree up above me, and got ready to jump up while Jim had his machete ready to hack up the snake. He was also nervous, and I was really hoping he didn't also cut the family jewels in an attempt to kill the snake. The instant I jumped up, he started hacking the snake up, and I was unscathed by either the snake or the machete.
I was unable to eat my lunch, and we didn't get a whole lot of work done that afternoon, mainly for talking about the snake. Every now and then I will still see an old friend who asks - "Hey - have you been sittin' on any snakes lately?"
(I have others, but these are the best)
(1) Best car snake story
(2) Best snake story
(1) Best car snake story
When I was in High School some one T-boned me in my '71 Mach One, and I wanted it fixed right, so the car sat in the yard for several weeks into early spring while I searched for a door, fender, and quarter. Keep in mind this was late winter '78 - there were not many parts available from a dealer at that time and no repro stuff. My Dad and I took the insurance settlement and bought a '67 convertible for $900 to drive while I fixed the other car (I still have it).
Anyway, I went out to the car one day and raised the hood in time to see a large snake crawl down the back of the engine into or around the firewall. It looked like a big Chicken Snake, but I could only ever see about the last couple of feet as it slithered up under the car. This cat and mouse game went on for a week or so until I got ready to dismantle the car for repair. I was also going to do some other mods and maintenence to the car while it was being repaired.
I got my cousin to come over to help me one day, and talked him into changing out the transmission fluid for me. Unbeknownst to him, I had just chased the snake off of the top of the engine before he got to the house. My cousin crawled under the car, and while I was removing the door panel, I heard this huge "clunk" under the car, immediately followed by a curse word, then a series of "bam, bam, bam" noises followed by a long string of curse words.
I proceeded to run from the car, and I observed (from a safe distance) my cousin crawl out from under the car with a 4 foot chicken in one hand, and a wrench in the other. Boy, was he hacked off! I had almost convinced him that I knew nothing about the snake until my Mom pulled up in the driveway and proclaims "I sure am glad you got that Snake, Beri has been chasing it for two weeks!"
(2) Best snake story
In the summer of 1980, in between hauling some hay and cutting tobacco, I landed a job with TVA re-marking some of their property boundary lines around Tims Ford Reservoir. This ended up being a good job for me - a friend and I would take a truck out to a remote area around the lake and locate old survey markers and stakes and clear the area around them and repaint them with blaze orange paint. We would usually cover several miles in a day, so we always packed a lunch in a backpack and when it was lunch time we would find a suitable place to sit down for a break, rather than try to get back to the truck (we were usually miles away from anything). We could also recon some prime fishing and hunting spots
One area around the lake was particularly wooly - a tornado had come through the area 7 - 8 years earlier, and the underbrush, weeds and vines were pretty bad - it really looked like Snake City. It was bad enough that my partner and I both wore Cutter Snake Boots and carried machetes every day. We figured that We were very likely to disturb Jake since no one had been through the area in several years (no foot trails or anything), and we saw several poisnous varieties (Cottonmouth, Copperhead) often.
Anyway, one day we were looking for a spot to eat, and there was not much to pick from. We finally settled on a little clearing by a small stream. The ground was completely covered with vines. I always had to have a tree to lean my back against when I sat down to eat, so I cleared some vines off the tree, stuck my machete in the ground, and sat down with my back against the tree.
I pulled out my usual lunch feast (hot sowse sandwich w/mustard, Beenie-Weenies, crackers, washed down with a Sundrop - couldn't carry sardines, because the juice stunk up the back pack when you had to carry the empty can around the rest of the day), and got ready to eat.
Just before I unwrapped my sandwich, I smelled that strange, unique smell (sort of like over-ripened cucumber, maybe???), and I realized at that moment that Jake was somewhere very close. If you have ever been close to a snake, you know the smell. I began scanning the area, looking around on the ground, then looked between my legs and I could see about half of a Copperhead coiled between my legs! Jake was in some vines on the ground, and I was sitting on the other half, and had him pinned down! My chest almost exploded, but I did not move. I am not sure that I could have anyway.
I called my partner, and he immediately knew something was wrong. He came over to look and saw Jake in between my legs, and we had to figure out how I was going to get up without getting bitten - it really didn't look too good for the home team, and it was a couple of miles back to the truck.
I grabbed a limb on the tree up above me, and got ready to jump up while Jim had his machete ready to hack up the snake. He was also nervous, and I was really hoping he didn't also cut the family jewels in an attempt to kill the snake. The instant I jumped up, he started hacking the snake up, and I was unscathed by either the snake or the machete.
I was unable to eat my lunch, and we didn't get a whole lot of work done that afternoon, mainly for talking about the snake. Every now and then I will still see an old friend who asks - "Hey - have you been sittin' on any snakes lately?"
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