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About 50 years ago a friend and I were on the hunt for a pair of rear brake drums for my old “Shivvy” tonner. We had a few leads on junk yards in northern Indiana reputed to contain old vehicles. While our leads left us high and dry, one of the proprietors suggested another venue even further out in the sticks. So he gave us directions telling us that there were no road signs nor one for the yard itself. He concluded with this statement: “Thay ain’t no signs. But when ya’ get t’ th’ turn you’ll know it’s th’ right place.”
Sure enough, we came to a T-intersection, sort of, and there, on the corner, was a 9 or 10 foot stack of wheels welded together. My friend said, “That’s the place!” And we found there, covered with vines and weeds, a donor truck with excellent drums. The price was cheap: $50. The donor also had rear springs in much better shape than the ones on my truck. The next week we went back to retrieve them. When we pulled in we saw the owner working on his race car (a hobby stocker). He refused to help us by cutting the U-bolts: “You shoulda brung yer own cuttin’ torch.” That was kinda vexing, but we managed to remove the springs anyway. However the price had advanced sharply. Luckily, between us we had the money to make his price. As we left my friend opined, “I knew he needed money for the race car, so I knew we’d have to pay out more than we did before.”
mccollunsky about 1 month ago
Hope those all didn’t happen the same day or week.
Yakety Sax about 1 month ago
When you get to the last stop sign make a right.
MeanBob Premium Member about 1 month ago
You can’t get there from here.
markkahler52 about 1 month ago
Turn right at the bridge that used to be there….
HarryLime about 1 month ago
Oh, and stop in at Mrs. Smith’s and say ”Hello.”
A# 466 about 1 month ago
About 50 years ago a friend and I were on the hunt for a pair of rear brake drums for my old “Shivvy” tonner. We had a few leads on junk yards in northern Indiana reputed to contain old vehicles. While our leads left us high and dry, one of the proprietors suggested another venue even further out in the sticks. So he gave us directions telling us that there were no road signs nor one for the yard itself. He concluded with this statement: “Thay ain’t no signs. But when ya’ get t’ th’ turn you’ll know it’s th’ right place.”
Sure enough, we came to a T-intersection, sort of, and there, on the corner, was a 9 or 10 foot stack of wheels welded together. My friend said, “That’s the place!” And we found there, covered with vines and weeds, a donor truck with excellent drums. The price was cheap: $50. The donor also had rear springs in much better shape than the ones on my truck. The next week we went back to retrieve them. When we pulled in we saw the owner working on his race car (a hobby stocker). He refused to help us by cutting the U-bolts: “You shoulda brung yer own cuttin’ torch.” That was kinda vexing, but we managed to remove the springs anyway. However the price had advanced sharply. Luckily, between us we had the money to make his price. As we left my friend opined, “I knew he needed money for the race car, so I knew we’d have to pay out more than we did before.”
NolaMan about 1 month ago
country folk give the best directions