1965 Century – Best Woody on the Market – $14900 (Bellaire, MI)

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“This boat compares faborably with Chris Crafts and other wood boats.

This 1965 Century Resorter is the quintessential mahogany speedboat in excellent condition. The boat has been used less than 200 hours since new and is powered by a Chrysler Marine 318 cubic inch engine that produces over 200 horsepower and gives the boat a top speed of over 45 mph. Six adults can sit comfortably in the wide front and stern seats. Her removable sliding convertible top is a rare factory option. There are a factory, built in swim ladder and ski tow pylon. There is a “sunbrella” mooring cover and tandem axle trailer with new tires.”

This is a good looking boat. I have more hours on my three-year old riding mower.

On Northern Michigan Craigslist.

Tentville and the Tractor That Could, or Couldn’t

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It’s been an interesting couple weekends. Last weekend I was invited over to a friend’s house, the owner of the building I store my cars, to take a tractor ride and go fishing with the kids. To my delight, I got to drive the tractor. John Deer. An awesome display of torque, wheels and two stick shifts, one for gears 1-3 plus R and the other for speed 1-3. I pulled a Chuck Woolery, two and two.

The kids were all about the ride with daddy around the beans until I got the tractor stuck. How did I get the beans above the frank? When you take the wrong path and end up in four foot tall grass aiming towards “hope this is the way out.” Leave it to a novice to take down the tried and true companion of the farmer forcing mercy grip in the very soil it was meant to hoe. Tall grass hides lots of stuff: bumps, small critters, ticks and mud bogs. The latter was our downfall. Spinning sticky, stinky mud. I decided to cut my losses and carry the kids through the fields of joy to safety. That tractor photo is after we escaped.

“Hey Nate, got the tractor stuck…  Oh, so that’s not the path you meant for me to go down?… Yes, I see the fine cut grass path to our left — now.  So the tractor does have four wheel assist? Good tip. Leaver on the floor you didn’t show me. Got it… Thanks for getting it out Nate. See any little black bugs burrowing into my children’s skin? No? Sweet. Let’s go fishing.”

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This past Friday night I took part in tent village on Lake Michigan, just south of Arcadia Bluffs.  My buddy Kevin invited me to crash their 14th annual golf outing extravaganza comprised of:

• One cottage with too few rooms and beds
• 25 guys with smarter wives who stayed home
• 14 committees to run everything from trash to fireworks to catered and cooked meals
• Too much alcohol, probably not enough dope
• Horseshoes and hand grenades
• Lots of golf
• One trophy
• No hand grenades. What are we infants? The fireworks were da bomb though

Since I was up with my family, I ditched them for the night and arrived at said party perfectly timed — meal o’clock. The champions dinner was on the grille cooked by, you guessed it, a committee including my buddy Kevin. Steak. Oat-Daddy, old college roommate, sashayed by in flannel pajama pants as I wandered and wondered up. Thinking this might be time for a beer I headed for the keg and checked six on the pants. “Today was dress up day on the course” Oat-Daddy commented. Oat-Daddy had picked out his finest. And while the pants gave him a loose and fancy free approach, only one of the clubs he held that day left him with any reward.  Boo-yah!

I sat with the Daddy for dinner and started meeting the guys.  Great group all with friendships going back decades. Damn, this steak is good. The perfectly cooked steak was absolutely excellent, complimented by spinach salad, baked potatoes and garlic bread. If it’s one thing we’ve all gotten to appreciate as we get older it’s good food.  Breakfast was on par too. The rest of the evening was typical guys stuff. Swapping stories, drinking, tunes, playing Jenga with logs on the bonfire, fireworks then reading the team results in a decidedly ritualistic fashion beach side at 10:30 pm.

Earlier I had set up my new Coleman tent, purchased at Costco, in middle pack and adjured there about midnight-thirty excited to sleep on the shore with crashing waves. My sister-in-law commented to the same effect the next day. “It must have been great sleeping with the sound of the waves.” True that. They were certainly peaceful. But common things happen to ordinary men that drink beer all day and night. The beer has to go somewhere. And go we did. Zzzzziiiippp. Footstep footstep, tiiiinnnnnkle, wave crash, footstep, wave crash, zzzzziiiiiippppp. Zip, wave, zip zip zip, footsteps, tinkles, ahhh, wave, cough, zip, wave. Pass out, wake up, damn it. Zip.

My intentions were to repeat on Saturday night but hanging with the family including my parents who came up for the weekend prevailed.  Plus I was hood winked by 9 pm.  A big shout out to the cottage hosts Tim and Brian, my buddy Kevin for the invite and all the guys for a great time. As always Oat-Daddy, great to hang out. Uncle Waltie, thanks again for reading.

1986 Jaguar XJ6

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This is on the side of the road in Pinckney, Michigan so I decided to stop and ignore thoughts of repair bills. Sure, I could drive around in relative luxury, it only has 105K miles, have other people admire the hood ornament and nice paint color. Some folks might even think it drives incredibly well and cost twenty or thirty grand.

Boy that Paul must be doing alright, he’s driving a Jag-ware, I’d think as I approach. Then slithering up slowly beside my neighbors with window down I’d say in my most pretentious, ass-flinging voice “just heading down to the club in my Jag-U-ar. Anybody need a lift?” Didn’t think so chumps. Step on the gas, hit them up with a cloud of smoke and dollop of oil.

In the faint distance I overhear their jealously:

“Wasn’t that car on the side of the road for $4 grand?” says neighbor one.

“Yeah but the guy couldn’t sell it and dropped the price. Then Paul came along.” neighbor number two.

“That guy will buy anything.”

“Chump.” in unison.

Restoration Wednesday

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Last night I finally adjusted the headlight and driving beams so they don’t look like someone’s lazy eye shooting off into space. It was not as straight forward as you might imagine. We, my friend Keith and I, adjusted one screw past the point of any lens movement – too tight – which prompted removal of the headlight bucket to see what gives.

If you recall, these buckets are restored from a ’66 and house my Cibié concave headlights that came with the car. They fit but they aren’t designed to fit. The screw mounts from the product correct ’71 buckets impede adjustment when you back out the screws and allow the headlight to sink deeper and properly into the cone space. After several removals, adjustments and shining on Keith’s VW camper we were successful in getting them pretty close. The driving lights were no problem to rain down.

On the way home, I managed to piss off people in front of me, confuse deer enough to stay three feet off the dirt road (thank you) and wake up small children who thought it was morning. The combination of high beams with driving lights makes me want to rally at night just to see how good sight is at 100 mph. Of course, not before I rebuild the carburetors which I’m now convinced are full of crap. The idle air jets on cylinders three and six never plug up but the others do leading me to believe the float bowls are contaminated. The Weber carbs were “new” with car on front seat but that’s not to say they were clean or maybe not slightly used.

Marshall Goldman’s Private Collection For Sale

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“Marshall Goldman, a high-end exotic car dealer here in the Cleveland area is offering his personal collection of Porsches from the 1970s, 80s and 90s.   The collection includes 89 cars, with highlights like a very low mileage 1979 911 Turbo. This is an amazing grouping of cars that are in immaculate condition, most of them with super-low mileage.”

This information from Stoddard. Market must be ripe.