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The types of rust were as varied as the cars. I'd never really thought about rust patterns being all that different. Here they were like varied types of fungi.
1914? Olds Type A 4.5hp Hit-and-Miss gasoline engine. Built by the Seager Engine Works in Lansing, Michigan.
A collection can't just stop at one. So I brought home another engine. And wow! What an awesome engine to have.
This one belonged to Grandfather for many years. Several years ago he passed it on to my Uncle Terry. And now the Olds has been passed down to me. I don't consider myself the owner of this engine as much as I am nearly the caretaker of a family heirloom until it's time to pass it on to the next in line.
Even though the brass nameplate is missing I've been able to glean a bit of info and history for this engine. This engine was originally used in a machine shop in Glenn Allen, Virginia to power the shop tools. Most likely belted up to a line shaft. Stamped on one of the flywheels by the shop is some information.
November, 20, 1919
4 1/2 HP
No. 3
Shop no. F7098
Type A
Property of
E. G. Harris & Co.
Glenn Allen, Va USA
Bought from Implement Co.
1302 East Main Street
Richmond, Va USA
October, 14, 1914
The engine has been in storage since 2009 when it was last run. Unlike my little Economy this engine will take a little more work to get up and running again but hopefully not to much. The battery box needs to be rebuilt as the wood is throughly rotted and the wood for the tongue hitch needs replaced as well. The engine was restored previously at some point and the pant on it and the cart is not too bad, only a few minor chips and some surface rust in a few areas. I plan to get it running first before deciding how deep to dig into any restoration.
Screaming Trees - Winter Song
Jesus knocking on my door
Late last night and early this morning
Window glass, rusted and weary
I went straight through
Didn't hear no warning
Just a roll of the dice
And a precious vice
To bring you round, it's easier
When I'm wasting my time
And I'm losing my mind
Oh my mind
Try to wait for the sky to fall
It's kind of hard not to see it all
Whisper a song of winter in your heart
Dead end street, just out my back door
I heard what's seen, a young girl laughing
Now raindrops fall away like souls
I wondered if she ever heard mine dying
Just a roll of the dice, and a precious vice
To bring you round, it's easier
When I'm wasting my time
And I'm losing my mind
Oh my mind
Trying to wait for the sky to fall
It's kind of hard now to see it all
Whisper a song of winter in your heart
Trying to wait for the sky to fall
It's kind of hard now to see it all
Whisper a song of winter in your heart
Jesus knocking on my door
Rust, close up. Taken in the abandoned mining town "Pyramiden" on Svalbard.
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