Dieses Auto Unternehmen wurde gegründet 1917 and produced cars till 1954 when it would become part of the AMC merger madness of the 1950′mit. This model would resurface in 1936 and would be this companies low price offering. This car companies founder was known for sturdy kitchen appliances as well as durable automobiles. 1936 would see the innovation that would be a favorite of American teenagers for decades.The front seats would fold down flat into the rear seats.Creating an in car bed. Perfect for watching “Submarine Races”. For a low priced car it had some upscale features. Full hydraulic brake system, heater and dual taillights were standard issue for the low selling price of $595.00 out the door. This company would be one of the first to offer in house financing. Hmmm whats the 48 month payment on $595.00. Oh how times have changed. Reiten auf einem 117 inch wheelbase the ride was supple but handling was very barge like. As were most American cars of the day. Interiors were of mohair and broadcloth with fake wood accents on the dash and door tops. Again very upscale for a $595.00 Auto. Power was from a 223 Kubikzoll Flathead Six Cylinder einer Nennleistung von 93 Pferdestärke. The maker claimed it offered “Superior power while giving better economy than smaller cars” The engine did prove to durable and economical to run. Sadly this maker would fall victim to the merger debacle of the 1950′s and die a quite death in 1957. Was ist Auto Diese??
Monatsarchiv: November 2011
My Dad’s name was Jerry Baumann or as his friends called him “One Punch Jerry” He was 77 als er ging auf die andere Seite. He spent the last years of his life in a nursing home stricken with Alzheimers.His body was healthy but his mind was gone.We all felt that was the worst of all..It was like being in limbo between heaven and earth. My Dad led an interesting life.He was a Dog Trainer by trade but a lover of big smelly cigars,anything to do with boxing and old cars.He had a love of old Benzes und Diesel VW Rabbits.
He liked my Triumphs but would never hurt my feelings that they were just to damn small.. Einige meiner schönsten Erinnerungen beinhalten mein Vater und Autos. Als ich ungefähr 8 oder 9 Jahre alt (über 1969)..Mein Vater hatte einen Zwinger in der Bronx. Wenn Sie in dieser Zeit erinnern, es gab viele Rassenunruhen in den großen Städten. Ich würde mit ihm gehen, um an den Wochenenden zu arbeiten. Zu der Zeit sein Auto der Wahl war ein 1967 Buick Riviera mit 430 “Wildkatze” Motor. It could pass everything but a gas station..As we arrived in the Bronx we stumbled upon a full blown race riot.
With no place to go front or rear my Dad blasted all 430 dieser Wildcat Pferde hinunter Bürgersteigen bis Verwurzelung Obstständen und Neuigkeiten vendors.Escaping sah ich Leute hinter uns her. You just cant catch the “Wildcat” Proving a fact my buddy Jeff McCleer always said. "Theres keinen Ersatz für cubic inch Hubraum" Als ich im zweiten Jahr der High School war mein Dads Fahrt der Wahl war ein sehr ratty 1965 Chevy Impala 4 door. He stopped at home first to get a bite to eat. He left a dog in the car while he ate.Unknown to him while gorged himself on a blubber burger the dog ate the interior of the car.
Alles, was im Inneren übrig blieb, als mein Vater kam heraus, um mich von der Schule abholen war Baumwolle und springs.Being die Tropper war er verließ er, um mich abzuholen in einem Impala mit einem verdaut Innenraum. Es war sehr heiß an diesem Tag, so mein Vater musste mit offenen Fenstern fahren. As I stood outside the school with my friends in all my teenage glory my Dad approached the school.I heard from the background somebody yell “Hey its snowing inside that guys car!!".The stuffing from the seats from had created a blizzard effect inside the car.All at the same time sticking to my Dad sweaty angry skin. Wie ich stieg ins Auto und ließ sich in den Sitz gedemütigt Ich betete für den Blitz, um das Auto und die Erinnerung aus meinem Gedächtnis streichen. I looked at my very pissed off Dad and all he could say with a scowl was “Don’t ask” My Dad provide some automotive firsts. Er bewies, kann man in fünf deutschen Shephards ein stopfen 2 door Ford Maverick..You can out run a Mustang GT in a 1972 Mercedes 280SE mit 4.5 Litre V8 while smoking a cigar..Its possible to run outside just before a rain storm and soap up a car. Warten Sie, bis der Wolkenbruch und wie er sagen würde "Lass Gott abwaschen". Dinge wie Bremsen,Prüfplaketten und Reifen, die Luft halten, sind für Weicheier .. Cruising Sie Benz Diesel beim Hören von Liedern deutsche Blaskapelle war in der Tat normale. Das “Es” auf der Tankanzeige stand für “genug” Mostly that there was never a vehicle built that Ole One Punch couldn’t turn ito a mobile kennel..We still miss you Dad.
Let me start by saying no socks were hurt in the telling of this story. Now I’m a creature of habit. I Leave for my soul draining job everyday at 6am and return home Monday thru Thursday at 7.30pm. My only night of peace is Friday when I leave work at 4.30pm.Then it’s working on Saturday for my second job hope draining job. Why am I working harder at age 52 then I did at age 32? Thanks multi Trillion Dollar Deficit. That’s a subject for another time..
Part of my routine is to do my Friday night chores. Then settle in for a nice at home dinner, few martini’s and some History Channel. Geeez I need to get a life. With the arrival of Hurricane Sandy my routine was upset causing me all kinds of brain pressure so being back on track this Friday night was like meeting an old friend again. The routine is simple. Pickup laundry, Dollar store, liquor store then to Bravo . I have to say. I love Bravo. It is like an old fashioned grocery store. Like Ein&P oder Bohack of my youth. The best part is they bag to food for you. That bag your own checkout thing at Pathmark gets me crazy. How low on the job food chain have you gotten that you can’t work the register and bag. DUH !!. Again a subject for another time.
After a tough week of selling my soul to the devil I was on a mission to get home eat, drink and weep. After the Dollar Store I go to my car and load my collection of Made in China products into my trunk. Having done this 100’s of time you would think I would not wack my head on the trunk latch but I did. Of course Mercedes Benz makes the trunk latch on my SLK320 sharp enough to cut thru the hull of the Port Jeff Ferry. Doing this dumb thing cuts a hole in my head like something from Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Being “hair impaired” or having a shaved head only added to carnage.
Even with my head looking like something from the movie Carrie I was going to finish my mission. Being a man I of course would not go for normal medical attention but rather do a MacGyver type fix. What do you do when you have blood gushing from your head and you are in parking lot with no band aides? Answer: You take off your right sock and use it as a make shift turnicate. Now I know what you are thinking. “Why didn’t you go to Rite Aid and get a bandage stupid?” Now that would just be too easy wouldn’t it..
With my hand of my Bloody Sock Head off I went to the liquor store. I must have been a sight when I walked in. One sock on my feet and clasping a bloody sock on top of my head. But I was on a mission. So shocked was the nice man behinds the register when I went to pay that he said “Ahhh do you need me to call an ambulance or something”
Next stop was Bravo for food. Why is it when you have a bloody sock on top of your bald head is Bravo filled with hot women ranging from ages 35-55? I managed to do my shopping even though I looked like The Borg from Star Trek. As I went to pay the manager asked me. “Yo Dude were you in fight or something? Do you want me to call the Police?” Holy Moly like you never seen a man do food shopping with a bloody sock on top of his head..
You will be happy to know I made it home. Bandaged my dome and had I nice meal, martini and watched The History Channel. ..I really need to get a girlfriend. Oh I lied. One sock was hurt in the telling of this story..