Do some writing, have a hard drive stuffed with thoughts and recollections, thought this might of be of interest.
Bud's Beer Spot
We spotted the 56 while cruising Rock Rapids, she was just sitting in the car lot pretty as you please. Two door hardtop, turquoise and white, had a Hurst three speed mystery shifter with a 265 V8. We fell all over it, my buddy's and I. Dave rushed home, got the 125 bucks from somewhere and laid claim. We were all a bit envious.
Between the three of us, Dave, Bill and myself I was the painter my Dad having a shop with an air compressor and a old spray gun. It was pretty big stuff painting cars and I already had a couple under my belt. We chewed on it some and settled on Hugger Orange, it was a new color and it was loud. All a couple 16 year old kids could hope for. We always painted Dupont Dulux, no spray booth, no respirator, no lights worth a tiddle. I would hold a trouble light in one hand, the gun in the other, bugs were always a problem, that and over spray.
The 56 was the best I ever did. No over spray, no big moth tracks, as close to perfect as we would ever get.. I coughed up orange phlegm for a week We pulled the bumpers, built some pipe push bars for the rear, painted them black. Already had dual Smitty's. You rolled into town in the 56 old people winced, cops came to attention. Honestly, it would turn heads today.
Bill, AKA ,Billy Smoke, although only a few months older then Dave and I looked much older. We all shaved, only Billy Smoke had any reason to.
We made the driver switch a block away, Dave road shotgun while I sat in the back, Smoke looked cool as a cucumber as we rolled up to the drive thru window.
About the Beer Spot, it was a small bar, two tables, a row of stools and a drive thru window. Sat right next to Pete's 76 on east tenth street in Sioux falls.. I should add it was Buds Beer Spot, and Bud hated young people and never sold to underage kids and we all knew it, just like we all knew Gramps ran the place on weekends, that he liked us kids, and loved to sell beer to us.
It was Sunday afternoon and Gramp's 59 Chevy was sitting outside. Looked like a slam dunk.
Gramps was all smiles and small talk as we placed our order for a case of long necks. Sure boys, no problem, he says as he bends over to grab our beer. About then we spot Buds car pulling into the parking lot. Whispering to each other under our breathe we made small talk with Gramps while trying to hurry him up.
As Gramps sloooowy counts back our change we see Bud enter the bar, bend over and peer out at us..Busted! As Bud starts yelling at us we holler at Gramps to keep the change the same time we scream at Smoke to drop the hammer. Bill dumps the clutch only to have the engine stall. .
It should be noted that between the three of us we never had a car would start with a hot engine. The 56 being no exception it simply grunted. In panic Dave and I jumped out and started to push while yelling at Smoke to throw it into second and dump the clutch. By now Bud and half the bar are running out the side door after us. The tires squawked as Smoke dumped the clutch and the motor roared to life, Dave and I vaulted through the open side windows screaming at Bill to nail it. We left Bud standing there cursing and waving his arms in a cloud of tire and oil smoke.
We got about a block and half down the side street before the right rear tire went flat.
Sure they would be following we quickly threw the beer in some bushes while we changed the tire, then throwing the long necks back in the trunk we rolled out of town as quietly as you could in a Hugger Orange 56 with dual Smitty's.
Bud's Beer Spot
We spotted the 56 while cruising Rock Rapids, she was just sitting in the car lot pretty as you please. Two door hardtop, turquoise and white, had a Hurst three speed mystery shifter with a 265 V8. We fell all over it, my buddy's and I. Dave rushed home, got the 125 bucks from somewhere and laid claim. We were all a bit envious.
Between the three of us, Dave, Bill and myself I was the painter my Dad having a shop with an air compressor and a old spray gun. It was pretty big stuff painting cars and I already had a couple under my belt. We chewed on it some and settled on Hugger Orange, it was a new color and it was loud. All a couple 16 year old kids could hope for. We always painted Dupont Dulux, no spray booth, no respirator, no lights worth a tiddle. I would hold a trouble light in one hand, the gun in the other, bugs were always a problem, that and over spray.
The 56 was the best I ever did. No over spray, no big moth tracks, as close to perfect as we would ever get.. I coughed up orange phlegm for a week We pulled the bumpers, built some pipe push bars for the rear, painted them black. Already had dual Smitty's. You rolled into town in the 56 old people winced, cops came to attention. Honestly, it would turn heads today.
Bill, AKA ,Billy Smoke, although only a few months older then Dave and I looked much older. We all shaved, only Billy Smoke had any reason to.
We made the driver switch a block away, Dave road shotgun while I sat in the back, Smoke looked cool as a cucumber as we rolled up to the drive thru window.
About the Beer Spot, it was a small bar, two tables, a row of stools and a drive thru window. Sat right next to Pete's 76 on east tenth street in Sioux falls.. I should add it was Buds Beer Spot, and Bud hated young people and never sold to underage kids and we all knew it, just like we all knew Gramps ran the place on weekends, that he liked us kids, and loved to sell beer to us.
It was Sunday afternoon and Gramp's 59 Chevy was sitting outside. Looked like a slam dunk.
Gramps was all smiles and small talk as we placed our order for a case of long necks. Sure boys, no problem, he says as he bends over to grab our beer. About then we spot Buds car pulling into the parking lot. Whispering to each other under our breathe we made small talk with Gramps while trying to hurry him up.
As Gramps sloooowy counts back our change we see Bud enter the bar, bend over and peer out at us..Busted! As Bud starts yelling at us we holler at Gramps to keep the change the same time we scream at Smoke to drop the hammer. Bill dumps the clutch only to have the engine stall. .
It should be noted that between the three of us we never had a car would start with a hot engine. The 56 being no exception it simply grunted. In panic Dave and I jumped out and started to push while yelling at Smoke to throw it into second and dump the clutch. By now Bud and half the bar are running out the side door after us. The tires squawked as Smoke dumped the clutch and the motor roared to life, Dave and I vaulted through the open side windows screaming at Bill to nail it. We left Bud standing there cursing and waving his arms in a cloud of tire and oil smoke.
We got about a block and half down the side street before the right rear tire went flat.
Sure they would be following we quickly threw the beer in some bushes while we changed the tire, then throwing the long necks back in the trunk we rolled out of town as quietly as you could in a Hugger Orange 56 with dual Smitty's.
