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Author Topic: Beachcomber's Tales from the day  (Read 223155 times)

Offline beachcomber

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Re: Beachcomber's Tales from the day
« Reply #140 on: Jan 14, 2011, 06:36:20 »
Hell yea Rat ................
 
the coincidental contact I had after 30 odd years with the subject of the "Absent Wife....etc." tale contacted me after a random posting on a Nostalgia Drag Race site after I was trying to track down some pix of my "Metronome" Comp Altered. ! How's that - spooky or what.
 
So - that's the first one for the telling and I will state now you will find it hard to believe, but as ever with these tales - I was there or involved.
 
I haven't told the guy about my "tales" and his name will be changed. HOWEVER, he did say "do you remember when ......." about the incident.
 
I guess in the next week or two. There's also some others that are woth the telling - maybe another 5-6, I'll spread them out as my intention is to encourage others to come up with some tales.
 
I'll revamp the "Fishing for Gold Stars" tale - with apologies to anyone who saw it on another thread.
"if at first you don't succeed, you've already been a failure once"

" we're not going back to the sixties - we never left "

"yep, nostalgia ain't what it used to be"

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Re: Beachcomber's Tales from the day
« Reply #141 on: Jan 18, 2011, 09:17:39 »
OK - "The Absent Wife, Bungalow and Mechanical Digger" tale coming up next week.
 
Even though I say this myself - it is unbelievable and truly "of the day". I was actually involved in this, although it mainly concerns someone else as the main man in this one.
"if at first you don't succeed, you've already been a failure once"

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Re: Beachcomber's Tales from the day
« Reply #142 on: Jan 19, 2011, 11:22:44 »
Well here it is ..........................
 
BEACHCOMBERS TALES FROM THE DAY

“The Absent Wife, the Bungalow and the Mechanical Digger”

Just by way of explanation, a Bungalow – more correctly Cottage Bungalow [ UK ] is a single storey brick built dwelling, usually with doorway in the middle with rooms either side [ usually lounge and dining room ], with kitchen, bathroom and bedrooms at the rear. The one in this tale is exactly like that – but think quaint old English Rose covered cottage. Usually these buildings had a “bow” window for each of the front rooms either side of the main door. Again, as this one.

The subject of this tale is – let’s call him “Dave”, a bit of a wild child bordering on the edge of legality. If you wanted some concrete for your yard – a call to Dave would result in a Cement mixer lorry turning up and dumping it’s load. Or you needed some Walnut panelling for your study – maybe 10 sheets or so – you’d come home from work to find a lorry load – maybe 100 sheets on your front lawn. Not one to do things by half our Dave. And everything was “a drink” [ £20 or so ]. Nobody asked where the goods came from – that was the deal in those days.

So, poor old Dave had a tempestuous relationship with his Wife [ childhood sweetheart ] but they had survived long enough [ still together ! ] to raise two little brats – err, children. Dave had worked hard to get the money together to get a down payment on this quaint old English Bungalow. So quaint, it had no garage – but with Dave’s contacts that was only a matter of time – and opportunity.

This story took place in Dave’s transition period – from bikes to Hot Rods – still had bikes [ Gold Star and Matchless CSR ], but in the late 60’s our interests generally had focused on 4 wheels.

So what kicked this episode off? Well Dave wanted to buy a Ford Pop [ Anglia ] and drop a Rover [ nee Buick ] 215ci V8 and Auto Trans in it. Jag IRS and Vauxhall Viva front end. That was almost a fixed menu for Pops in those early days. No problems there then. However, Mrs. Dave wanted a holiday in Majorca. Oh oh – recipe for another up and downer.

Mrs. Dave made the fatal mistake of telling Dave “it’s the Pop or me”.
So later that week I delivered the Pop to Dave’s front garden – and the next day [ Saturday ] Mrs. Dave fucked off to Majorca – only for a holiday, but you never knew with her.

So Sunday Dave called us all round for a project meeting – making plans for the Pop and where we were going to gather all the parts from. Anyway a few crates of beer later and we had plenty of ideas – and Dave was busy ringing round to try to arrange for concrete for a garage base, a pre-cast building, wiring, etc, etc.

Sod’s Law, all his contacts came up dry – and let’s face it time’s a wasting. We were all sat round in his lounge – in front of a roaring log fire [ it was Winter ] pondering what to do ………………………….

Then I made a fatal suggestion – albeit in jest – “What’s wrong with this room – you never use it”. The time was 11.00 am.

By mid-day measurements had been taken – the bow window checked to ensure it had a steel joist over it and a call had gone out to carpenters, brickies – oh yea, and a pal who had access to a mechanical digger. Actually the digger belonged to his company and being a Sunday was in the company compound. No probs – matey had a key and an hour later the digger was in the front garden complete with rolls of electric cable, bricks, bags of sand and cement and odd lengths of timber in the digger’s front bucket.

By 3 o’clock the front window was sitting on the front lawn and the brickwork below the window removed. The lounge was rapidly cleared of what furniture was left and the carpet was about to be taken out, when Dave thought –“Balls, might as well have a bit of comfort” – so left it in.

The Pop was rolled into the lounge, and while some of the guys started pulling it apart, others carried on with the modifications to the bungalow.

We had a brilliant idea of cutting the windows vertically in the middle and hingeing them on the outside wall so they opened for an access door. That just left the matter of the missing brickwork under the window. Another brilliant idea – we used a timber frame and clapboards – hinged with the windows so they opened as one.
So put matching clapboard under the other window to even it up and – Robert’s your Pater’s Sibling [ Bob’s your Uncle ]. The last 3 hours were carried out under the digger’s worklights – but by close of play looking at the bungalow, you’d never know – especially as we had arranged to leave the net curtains on the windows !

By that time, all the panels were off the Pop and all the original running gear was out and on the front lawn.

Did it end there? - No. The following day the team turned up and gave the bungalow the finishing touches and a coat of paint and you really would not have had any idea of what was in the lounge – or how it got there!

Mrs. Dave got back from Majorca 2 weeks later, ready to forgive Dave for buying the Pop……………………………I think it was 2 months before she set foot in the bungalow again, and a year before she forgave him.

By pure coincidence I spoke to Dave [ after 30 odd years ] a couple of weeks ago – we had a good laugh about the “old days” and the bungalow job. When they sold the bungalow 4 years later, it still had the “opening” front windows, although the lounge had been refurbished to again become a living area.
 
"if at first you don't succeed, you've already been a failure once"

" we're not going back to the sixties - we never left "

"yep, nostalgia ain't what it used to be"

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Re: Beachcomber's Tales from the day
« Reply #143 on: Jan 19, 2011, 15:04:17 »
So what became of the "Pop"? Did he finish it off in the lounge, then tear open the bungalo to remove it, then restore it all back to lounge?

This sounds similar to what some of my friends and myself would have done!

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Re: Beachcomber's Tales from the day
« Reply #144 on: Jan 19, 2011, 17:26:07 »
So what became of the "Pop"? Did he finish it off in the lounge, then tear open the bungalo to remove it, then restore it all back to lounge?

This sounds similar to what some of my friends and myself would have done!

Not only was the Pop finished off in the lounge, but went on to take some top honours at several shows - it was known laughingly as the "Lounge Pop".

The whole window assembly was rigged to be like a full size door, split down the middle. You unlocked it from the inside and the two halves swung out open, complete with windows, curtains and flower vases on the shelf!

Not only was the Pop built in there, but a later a Pop Van and 2 bikes !
"if at first you don't succeed, you've already been a failure once"

" we're not going back to the sixties - we never left "

"yep, nostalgia ain't what it used to be"

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Re: Beachcomber's Tales from the day
« Reply #145 on: Jan 22, 2011, 03:17:49 »
If I may,
 
 
I was on an exercise about a year and a half ago in Mountain Home AFB Idaho. A few of us had gotten word about some motorcycle hill climbing out west of Boise called "The Big Nasty" http://www.bignastyhillclimb.com/index1.html (remeber that name...) so being bikers we went togther in the same car and headed out. This was the first day and we had NO idea where we were going aside from a few random signs on the highway.
 
Now before I get too in to this story, the guys I were with are the kinda guys you sit around the BBQ/ fire pit at night and listen to theyre stories togther, the kind of stories you think to your self "you guys are soooo full of shit" but never say it to be polite.
 
Now I think we were somewhere around Star when we had no clue where we were for the first time. We stopped at some country home off a back road because we saw a chopper in the drive way and thought they might know where to go for bike racing. Brown and I stayed in the car while Kev stepped out to ask. Kev introduced him self, had a VERY quick conversation and promptley came back to the car and we left without fucking around. Kev was saying the guy asked who we were and we wanted. When kev told him the guy said "I will tell you, but you get out of here NOW..." OK, we got out of there NOW. Dont know what was going on but probibaly wasent healthy for us to hang around.
 
Next, we are around Middleton going down one of the main roads and hadent seen a sign for a while. Law of "Shot gun" say you call it first, you get it. I was in the back seat. Again lost we pulled over to the curb (Raised your standard height with grass) to the first person we saw who looked remotley like he might care about motorcycles. Remeber what the races were called? And remeber, I'm in the back passangers side seat for this... We pull over to the right, Brown rolls down his window and says "Excuse me Sir, Were looking for The Big Nasty, Can you help us?" This guy looked like your classic red neck, ripped dirty jeans, big belt buckle, missing half of his finger... And he says as he puts his hands in his jeans pockets and stants real close to the window in the voice of the kinda guy you are scared to spend a night in a jail cell with "He he he hee Big Nasty, Huh!?" At that point I was thinking Oh god, hes gonna whip it out on us! When he asked who we were and where we came from, I think it helped that were from out of country and if we werent, we could have gotten more then we bargened for. He told us and again we were promptley on our way!
 
We found it shortley later.
 
 
The next day we left early for a full day of racing and planned on breakfast in Boise. I was in the mood for a Waffle, Brown wanted pancakes and Kev wanted Bacon and eggs. We decided "International House Of Pancakes" was the place to go. A few highway signs, stops for directions and we passed a sign that said IHOP, I remeber saying "IHOP, thats nice, wheres the International House Of Pancakes... Hey, turn around, I think thats it"
 
Some people shit just happend around, these guys... Shit happens around!
 
Thats my story...
 
On a side note, Theme nights at the Boise Hooters... School Girls, Foot Ball and Animals... Oh My!
 
 
 
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Re: Beachcomber's Tales from the day
« Reply #146 on: Jan 22, 2011, 06:11:58 »
Hey Rat - keep 'em coming.
 
Hoof where are you mate? Missing your input - hope everything's OK and you're not spending too much time with that chair for an extra mile an hour or 5 .
 
There WILL be an late tale - actually not of the day [ 30 years ago ], but involving the current Mrs. B, my Jota a World Powerboat meeting and a handbag.
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Re: Beachcomber's Tales from the day
« Reply #147 on: Jan 22, 2011, 13:11:13 »
Hey BC.  Thats what I've been doing.  Kind of a long story.  Last year at Bonneville a friend showed up figuring you just run your bike and go home with a record in your pocket.  It was his first time there and Bonneville has a habit of making your first visit a rough one.  His was and he left vowing to return and make amends.  We've been e-mailing back and forth.  Well, A week or so ago he tells me he bought a 650 Triumph and plans to add a sidecar and go after the 650 sidecar records.  I have been accumulating parts to make a 545cc Weslake to do exactly the same thing!
 
I don't want to run in the same clas as him so I have been searching for a small turbo so I can run in the blown 500 class.  That and designing a Bonneville T shirt.  Which is mercifully done and gone for final set up.  I'll be back to normal in a day or two.
El Mirage record 500 APS/PG 129.817
El Mirage record 500 SC/PG   122.240
El Mirage record 500 SC/PF    120.157
Bonneville record 500 SC/PG  119.667
Bonneville record 500 SC/PF   117.186
Bonneville record 500 SC/PBG  111.494
Bonneville record 500 SC/PBF   112. 600
Bonneville record 650 SC/PF   128.703
El Mirage  record  650 SC/PG   130.224

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Re: Beachcomber's Tales from the day
« Reply #148 on: Jan 24, 2011, 11:22:29 »
Just finished reading the entire thread.  Great stories and thanks to all who contributed!  Brought back memories of what I was up to in those "halcyon days of yesteryear."  As I turned 60 this past year, I guess this is the beginning of that never ending slide into old fartdom.  My tales from then would usually involve freaks,[hippies]bikes, protest and involvements with the local constabulary of a large southern town that contained the institution of higher learning that I was attending at the time.  Interesting times, those!!
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Re: Beachcomber's Tales from the day
« Reply #149 on: Jan 25, 2011, 07:08:00 »
I enjoyed the Hippy times - as an interloper.
 
There was a real big scene in Romford in those days - and the only passport you needed to get into one of the "free love" parties was a Kaftan, your love beads a generous splash of Patchuli and long hair [ which I had].
 
A bit like a single bloke at a Wife swapping party - a grin from ear to ear.
"if at first you don't succeed, you've already been a failure once"

" we're not going back to the sixties - we never left "

"yep, nostalgia ain't what it used to be"

"I used to be indecisive - now I'm not so sure"