RCM
Senior Member
Maybe you already read this on the HAMB's ford social group. If not, here goes:
Number 22 has always haunted my life and is always on my path. That’s a fact. Don’t know why, or how, just know that every time something of relevance happens, the damned number is there. My mother died 22 Feb, my brother’s rehab house door number, my school number most of the time, my Fords license plate number, and so forth... It is also the license plate numbers on the tractor I struck this Saturday morning: SS-22-something.
I was going to pick up a friend to go surfing. It was 7:10 am. I was aiming for an early session so I could get home with plenty of time to change oil and filter, condenser, points, rotor and stabilizer bar links I had gathered for my 56 Customline, as I had already told Steve (Smtichy), after he had sent me some spares he had. My mother-in-law had set up a great barbeque as usual and my father-in-law was there to lend a hand on the work the car needed. It would have been a great day! But it wasn’t. It was very painful, sad, heart-breaking..
I was coming out of a bridge over a small creek still immersed in the morning shadows, when climbing up the hill that followed I started to aim for the small right side corner that road has... when the rising sun instantly blinded me.
In a split second it happened. Sun blinded I ran into a small tractor a old man was driving (on my lane) to go and take care of his peach trees. I never saw him, nor did I had any chance to avoid the collision.
Fortunately nobody was hurt. I only have a small wound on my nose. I'm not sure what caused it, but I'm thankful, because I don’t have a seatbelt and I didn’t even hit the brakes. I was only doing about 25-30mph, but that would be enough to crack my head open or my nose broke on the steering wheel.
The car is already at the shop, for this is something I cannot take care of myself.
I'm very very sad these past days, and will be until I get it right. It's been years of searching and raising money for a nice roadworthy 50’s Ford, to get it all screwed up in a ... don’t know what to call it... thing. I’ve been driving since 1997 with no accidents.
Today things are better and I'll start working on the car right after work.
I now need to find a direct bolt in headlight (suggestions?) and also need to find what the headlights outer rim (the pointy one) is made of. Antimony? Cast? It needs welding or replacing.
Keep safe friends.
Number 22 has always haunted my life and is always on my path. That’s a fact. Don’t know why, or how, just know that every time something of relevance happens, the damned number is there. My mother died 22 Feb, my brother’s rehab house door number, my school number most of the time, my Fords license plate number, and so forth... It is also the license plate numbers on the tractor I struck this Saturday morning: SS-22-something.
I was going to pick up a friend to go surfing. It was 7:10 am. I was aiming for an early session so I could get home with plenty of time to change oil and filter, condenser, points, rotor and stabilizer bar links I had gathered for my 56 Customline, as I had already told Steve (Smtichy), after he had sent me some spares he had. My mother-in-law had set up a great barbeque as usual and my father-in-law was there to lend a hand on the work the car needed. It would have been a great day! But it wasn’t. It was very painful, sad, heart-breaking..
I was coming out of a bridge over a small creek still immersed in the morning shadows, when climbing up the hill that followed I started to aim for the small right side corner that road has... when the rising sun instantly blinded me.
In a split second it happened. Sun blinded I ran into a small tractor a old man was driving (on my lane) to go and take care of his peach trees. I never saw him, nor did I had any chance to avoid the collision.
Fortunately nobody was hurt. I only have a small wound on my nose. I'm not sure what caused it, but I'm thankful, because I don’t have a seatbelt and I didn’t even hit the brakes. I was only doing about 25-30mph, but that would be enough to crack my head open or my nose broke on the steering wheel.
The car is already at the shop, for this is something I cannot take care of myself.
I'm very very sad these past days, and will be until I get it right. It's been years of searching and raising money for a nice roadworthy 50’s Ford, to get it all screwed up in a ... don’t know what to call it... thing. I’ve been driving since 1997 with no accidents.
Today things are better and I'll start working on the car right after work.
I now need to find a direct bolt in headlight (suggestions?) and also need to find what the headlights outer rim (the pointy one) is made of. Antimony? Cast? It needs welding or replacing.
Keep safe friends.
