knuckleharley

I suspect that is due more to your body chemistry than anything else. I LOVE vinegar,but mostly because evidently my body doesn't produce enough bile (?) to properly digest some of the food I eat,and vinegar makes up for that. By the time I was a teenager I was to the point where I was never without 2 packs of Rolaids in my pocket to keep down the heartburn/acid reflux. Until I discovered vinegar as both a food flavoring and a medicine. It is rare to find a "medicine" that works so rapidly you can literally feel it working as you are taking it,but vinegar literally does that for me. Not that I need to use it everyday. I don't. Maybe once a month I might actually need it,but it is a gift from heaven when it is needed. And since I also like it,it's not a burden to take it when I do need it. Living life with constant acid reflux is not what anyone would describe as fun.

And you still have,and are redoing the same car? AMAZING!

We all have different chemical balances,but for ME,nothing settles my stomach like something that has vinegar in it. Something like Spiced ham/spiced luncheon loaf if the "top meat" for me,but if push comes to shove,I will just drink a capfull of vinegar from the vinegar bottle,and within seconds "the fire is out". And what is a Bar-B-Que sandwhich without vinegar? Acid reflux is nothing more than a LACK of acid in your stomach. Which means the food you are is literally rotting inside your stomach,instead of being broken down so you can digest it. Once I discovered this,I threw away my Rolaids have haven't bought any in decades. Plus,I use vinegar to remove rust from steel parts by letting them soak in vinegar overnight. This is especially good for small pieces that end up wiping out your fingerprints on the wire wheel. Leave them to soak overnight in a "vinegar bath",and they are squeaky clean the next day. I then pour the vinegar back into a container to use again. Once it gets so "corrupted" with rust and grease it stops working so well,I use it to kill weeds around the house. If I had a container big enough,I would fill it with vinegar and then soak car bodies in it to remove the rust. An ideal situation would be to have another container that big to dip with body in after steam cleaning and drying that was full of a hard primer base paint. You would basically eliminate the danger of rust coming back into your car unless it went into the ocean somehow. I may run out of many things at various times in my house or workshop,but vinegar will never be one of them.

Thank you!

I don't have any neighbors within a mile, and live on a dead end road

There is ALWAYS someone with plenty of money to spend to buy property for a penny on the dollar. They are usually the same people that caused the economic crash. Been that way since the dawn of time.

That is the only way they are going to get mine,and my guns will still be hot when and if they get them. Free people own firearms,slaves don't.

I love that web site. i especially love reading the comments on the auctions from other readers who used to own identical cars. Seems like I see something every time I open a email from them with new auctions that I have never seen before. Sometimes I see stuff I have never even heard of before. All with great pictures and great commentary from others who used to own one about what owning and driving one is like.

I am a huge fan of both Ithaca 37's AND small dogs,although my all-time favorite dog was a big female Doberman that followed my mean-ass 5 lb Calico cat home one day,followed her into the house,and laid down in a big chair to take a nap. No collar,no tags,and I don't have a freaking clue how she and that cat became instant friends,but from that day forward,when the cat would come in at night,she would do figure 8's around the Dobie's legs,as the dog licked her until she was dripping. That was one mean cat,too. She was fearless,and would attack anything that pissed her off,including me. At the time she and the Dobie were expressing their affection for each other,I couldn't touch her without getting snarled at or scratched. Took a couple of years to make friends with her. At the time I got her,I was living in one of two houses on a non-working 30 acre horse farm some developer was going to turn into a housing developement. When the people in the other house moved away,they left the cat locked in the basement with no food or water. I saw the cat in the window,so I broke the window so she could get out,and she followed me into my house. Meanest damn cat I have ever seen,I have seen her attack a German Shepherd that wasn't even threatening her. She wasn't stupid,though. She was a major tactician. Every time I saw her do something like this,it was a sucker play to get the dog to chase her into an area so tight he would get hung up,and then she would get serious about trying to fudge him up. A later neighor owned the 100 lb German Shepherd I am writing about now,and within a month of us moving in next door,that dog would see my cat and run hide under his house.

Nope,just registed as a regular car. It was,in fact,my daily driver before it caught fire under the hood.

Thank you! I did not realize that. The system my friend is buying for me (I am going to pay him when he delivers it) sends "alerts" to his cell phone. I like that feature. It will allow me to see if it is a human or an animal causing the alert,as well as let me know if any of the humans are carrying long guns so I can be better prepared when I walk out the door. I prefer my Ithaca Deerslayer in 12 guage with the 20 inch barrel and number 2 buck magnum loads for social situations like that. IMHO,handguns are mostly useful for fighting your way to a shotgun or a rifle,so why not start there if you have that option?

Ok,so you want to rebuild and modify it,not restore it.

I was a Special Forces weapons man for 7 years,and ran Special Projects missions into both Cambodia and Laos during the VN war as a member of a 7 man recon team,or a squad leader in an assault platoon. Did that for 15 months before I was medicaved for Agent Orange,which they were calling "chloracne" back then. I have done a bit of shooting in my time. And yes,we have both open and concealed carry here. Concealed carry requires a permit,but not open carry.

I am 74 years old and have Stage 4 cancer,and my memory was fried by chemo and radiation. I don't really have that much to lose.

Going to be shopping on ebay tonight. Kinda guarding the corral after the horse is gone,though.

So far,the glove box door,the glove box,the speaker cover and grille,and the dash cluster chrome. I will look in the trunk tomorrow AM,but I honestly can't remember what I had stored in there. I do know the new rubber and the new Ron Francis wiring kit are in my shop office,in a filing cabinent drawer. BTW,the dash painted items are the same green as the car

Can't have a dog. Snakes would kill him.

Pretty much been held prisoner in the house for the last 3 weeks due to the flue,but had to go to the credit union today because I couldn't log into my web account,and the temp passwords they were sending me were no help. I also had to buy more hardboiled eggs and macaroni because they and spiced ham/spiced luncheon loaf have been all I have been able to eat without vomiting. Ok,so I get back home,park beside my P15 coupe that is parked MAYBE 10 feet from my porch,and notice the glove box door,the glove box,the speaker grille,and the dash trim are all missing. Some SOB came into my yard and stole it all. Since,AFAIK,I own the only P-15 within 50 miles,and live up a dirt road with no neighbors within a mile,AND the fact is that I live on a high spot on an island and you either park in my yard when you come to visit,or it will take a crane to get your car out of the mud, that it is a local who is experienced in mechanical work who did it,and he is stealing stuff to sell on the web after seeing "want to buy" adds. It is also likely to be a local related to or good friends with the people at the resort on the other end of the island because he's not afraid to park in my yard in broad daylight long enough to steal stuff and not worry about someone reporting him. The Plymouth is literally parked maybe 15 feet from where I am sitting now,and there are NO street lights or outside lights,so I know he isn't stealing it after dark. Besides,there are coyotes,4 different types of poisonous snakes,and a black bear that likes to come through my yard at night. This is at least the 4th time something has been stolen,but this is the first time it was something I actually cared about. Bad things might happen to this person if I find out who it is,because it almost HAS to be somoneone that looks me in the face,smiles,and calls me "friend". I got home just before dark and was too mad to open the trunk and look inside to see if all the new stuff I had bought for the redo had also been stolen. I will do so tomorrow,and then I will put it all,if there is anything left,in the house or in the shop. Then I will call the police and report this stuff stolen. . In an ideal world,whoever it is will be caught and sent to jail. Guess who he is going to see as he walks out the gate.

Soooo,you are into pimping-out Plymouths?

You can never go wrong with cleaning ALL the ground wires,hot wires, and contact areas on an old car that has been sitting.

LOL! Here I was getting ready to ask you what oil you ran because your engine is so clean in side.

And of what value is life without heart-warming memories? Life is for living,sharing,and enjoying. Anything you can do that adds to the pleasure of daily living not only makes life better,chances are it increases both your health AND your life. I like to consider myself to generally be a pleasant and helpful person,but if the time ever comes my body gets so bad I have to live in one of those "homes",I feel sorry for the staff that has to put up with me. Better to just drag me outside and put a bullet in my head. I don't HAVE to be working on something to be happy,but I at least have to be THINKING and PLANNING to work on something. The old "fake it until you can make it!" ploy. May not fool anybody,including yourself,but it sure as hell helps me get through the day.

Oh,yeah! I have had my lift for maybe 10 years now,and my heart still pumps with excitement at the realities and the possibilities of it every time I walk into the shop and see my 42 Dodge coupe sitting on it,and my 31 Plymouth coupe parked beneath it. I have came a long way from being the 8 year old boy whose father wouldn't help him fix a flat on his bicycle,tell him how to do it,and even told me he would beat my ass if he caught me using one of his crescent wrenches to take the wheel off. Seems like his plan to discourage me from messing with old cars backfired.

I agree with Sam,and will take it a step further. To most/probably all of US,finding and rebuilding our old cars is the big attraction. How many others have you known that have brought a junker home,tore it down,and spend a year or more rebuilding and tracking down original pieces that were missing or two bad to rebuild,and then turned around and sold it within a year of getting it on the road,and then seen dragging another one home. To us,the whole damn "adventure" of tracking down,dragging home,and bring back to life a dream of our youth IS the attraction. To others who have no interest in anything but owning and driving a restored/rodded,shiney "new old car",just writing a check is the obvious way to go. Don't believe me? Wander out into your garage and start adding up the cost of all the tools,spare parts,building your own jigs,etc,etc,etc,and by the time you are through you could have just bought the damn car from one of those tv auctions and been "driving today". Speaking personally,I am no longer even sure I am attracted to owning the old cars as I am to owning the necessary tools to work on them and do anything that needs to be done. I have sold cars,but can't honestly remember selling a single tool in my entire life. Frankly, I can walk out into my shop and get the "warm and fuzzies" just from looking around at the tools I have accumulated over the years,and my favorite ones are alway the ones that are only useful for one thing I almost never need to do. Just knowing I have it IF I need it gets me a little dizzy.

I agree,but I ain't rich or ever likely to become rich. I DO have friends that are rich though,and it seems to me they rarely spend money without looking for a bargain. Then again,none of my rich friends are trust fund chilluns. They are a different creature,alltogether. Only known one well,a young woman in her 20's at the time who was already a millionaire at birth,and was destined to inheirit billions. Literally. Family fortune started with oil,and grew from there. She tried to be friendly,but I don't think she ever trusted anybody but immediate family. Maybe not even some of them for all I knew.