Dan's Delivery, 1970 Ford Falcon, Circleville May 1985
This is not long before it was driven to the junk yard with 275,000 miles on it. It had gone through 3 trannys, about 5 radiators, numerous water pumps, 1 set of heads. The A-frames had been welded 3 times. The damage at rear was caused by getting hit by a taxi on 1st ave. in NY, which spun me in a 360. It knocked all the rust loose that was holding the car together so the leaf springs popped up into the trunk and the gas tank started sagging out the bottom. I tied the rear bumper on with rope and headed upstate to my parents. On the Triboro bridge the car shook and I heard a loud noise out back. In the rearview mirror I saw my spare tire, jack, assorted beer cans and junk scattering onto the road and cars swerving around them. Not wanting to stick around for any up close and personal NYC road rage I kept going another hour and a half to Circleville. It took me 3 days and half a tank of acetylene to weld a set of 4 inch box tube to the unibody, which I then bolted the bumper to. I laid a steel plate in the trunk to hold up the gas tank. Once again, solid as a rock! It was good for another 75k miles. It still ran like a top when we drove to the junk yard.
Another wild story about this car:
One day I had a delivery driving from Manhattan to somewhere in Connecticut. The water pump was on its last legs and I stopped at a bridge along 95 to fill up some gallon milk jugs with water. I was standing under the bridge filling the jugs from a creek and I could hear the noises of cars and trucks above me, clanging as they went by. The very next day the bridge collapsed into the creek right where I had been the day before. Wild.
Dan's Delivery, 1970 Ford Falcon, Circleville May 1985
This is not long before it was driven to the junk yard with 275,000 miles on it. It had gone through 3 trannys, about 5 radiators, numerous water pumps, 1 set of heads. The A-frames had been welded 3 times. The damage at rear was caused by getting hit by a taxi on 1st ave. in NY, which spun me in a 360. It knocked all the rust loose that was holding the car together so the leaf springs popped up into the trunk and the gas tank started sagging out the bottom. I tied the rear bumper on with rope and headed upstate to my parents. On the Triboro bridge the car shook and I heard a loud noise out back. In the rearview mirror I saw my spare tire, jack, assorted beer cans and junk scattering onto the road and cars swerving around them. Not wanting to stick around for any up close and personal NYC road rage I kept going another hour and a half to Circleville. It took me 3 days and half a tank of acetylene to weld a set of 4 inch box tube to the unibody, which I then bolted the bumper to. I laid a steel plate in the trunk to hold up the gas tank. Once again, solid as a rock! It was good for another 75k miles. It still ran like a top when we drove to the junk yard.
Another wild story about this car:
One day I had a delivery driving from Manhattan to somewhere in Connecticut. The water pump was on its last legs and I stopped at a bridge along 95 to fill up some gallon milk jugs with water. I was standing under the bridge filling the jugs from a creek and I could hear the noises of cars and trucks above me, clanging as they went by. The very next day the bridge collapsed into the creek right where I had been the day before. Wild.