Notice the Edsel style grill on the electric Ford. Think that might be a portent of the future for this piece of unsustainable trash?
Sure it’s not photoshopped?
Poor job of it. But I understand the sentiment.
Back in the early 80’s, I bought a used Courier identical to the one in the photo, except without a camper shell. Built my own shell out of plywood. Not water proof, but at least I could lock stuff up in the back. I used it for a run-around beater, then drove it from California to Texas and back. Those little four-banger engines were bullet proof. Reversed the letters on the hood to read “DORF”.
I installed a Weber carb and stuffed in a 5-speed tranny from a wrecked Mazda pickup. I mounted a 5 gallon Jerry can in the back and bolted an electric fuel pump to the can filler lid. Ran power through a switch on the dashboard and a fuel line down through the wheel well to feed into the main tank filler tube. That way I could pump my “auxiliary fuel” on the fly.
NOW THAT’S SOME FUNNY SHIT RIGHT THAR! SOME GREAT PHOTO CHOPPIN! And exactly my opinion on electric vehicles. The techno is not there…..BUT, the stupidity cup runneth way over with no common sense IDIOTS, W/DEGREES…COURSE, IMO! WHICH tis like deem assholes, everybody’s gots one…..LOL!!!
#11 is my 1963 ford f-100.
Original 223 straight 6 with column shift 3 on-the-tree.
Love driving that truck.
On the Mayberry Galaxy…
Was that not spelled Galaxie?
My dad had a 65, I was born in 70. His had the 352 PI automatic. He babied it forever, as it was the first car he ever bought brand new. I grew up with him wrenching it all the time and as I got older I would be out there tinkering with it with him. In 1986 I got my license, and could legally drive.
By this point, I learned to drive (well, the mechanics of it) for the most part already, as from 14 and up, on boring summers I would “go to work” with dad some days as he drove a 12 wheel “coal bucket” when he started a small trucking business in the coalfields in Southwest Virginia. I learned to drive this R series Mack truck when there was downtime at the mine waiting for a shot to be set off and cleared for the coal, and we had all this space and he would let me tool the truck around.
Anyway, I get my license, and dad also gifts me the 65, asking that i take good care of it. I did, but a young male and a car that could scream, means at some point, there is a balance.
Wont go into heavy details of what happened about 2 odd years later when I totaled it on the way to school, but it was not a simple total. I flipped once and spun on the top 4 times and was partially ejected at some point in that spin. The initial impact with rock jammed the engine through the firewall.
Climbed out as soon as it stopped spinning with a crushed finger, a serious road rash on my left arm and nothing else.
My only thought on the way to the hospital at that point was “Dads going to kill me”.
Only thing he said was he has thankful i was still alive, but the stuff running through my mind at the time screamed I failed him. That weighed on me a lot but later when he was allowing me to drive again, and i had use of the Jeep Wagoneer, he admonished me that if i wrecked it, I was on my own for transportation. The way he said it though, if this makes sense, lifted that cloud from me.
When he passed away about a year and a half ago, i had went back east from WA to VA a few weeks before because we all knew it by this time it was his time, one of my passing memories came back all of a sudden, and I had to say to him I still feel guilty for the Galaxie.
My straight laced dyed in the wool Baptist dad hoisted his middle finger at me for a second and said forget that car, remember family.
Yes it is, thank you for correcting me… I was in a hurry to get this post set up before my surgery on my kidney last Tuesday. I will correct it.
’65 Galaxie with the 352 engine and the R Model Mack. Man, that takes me back a good bit. I drove R Models in the oilfield many a mile and don’t remember working on them very much. But the ’65….
When I turned 16, I went to Daddy and said, Daddy, what kind of car do you think we’ll get me and he rolled down the newspaper and said, son, we’ll get you any kind of car you can afford, and rolled the newspaper back up. That was lesson one.
So I got off my ass and got an after skool job and eventually I found it, a ’65 Galaxie 500 convertible. I can see that car today, it was red with a black top, factory buckets, console and styled wheels. It was about 5 years old, in really nice shape and the chief advantage was, I had the money.
So I went to Daddy and said, I’ve found the car, let’s go lookit it. He rolled down his newspaper and gave me a five-count stare, and said all right. He folded his paper and put on his shoes and we headed out.
He got just close enough to that car to read the 352 engine badge and turned around and said, let’s go home. On the way back, he gave me the second piece of the puzzle which was, any kind of car that you can afford as long as it doesn’t have a big engine or can haul too many hoodlum kids.
I eventually ended up with a 1960 VW bug, 36 HP, top end of 62 MPH and it didn’t even have a radio or a gas gage, but inasmuch as it couldn’t go too fast or haul too many hoodlum kids, it was perfect for Daddy’s purposes.
We lost Dad a few days before 9/11 and I miss the old coot terribly. The R Model Macks, not at all.
I’d give somebodies right nut for that ’64 Falcon. Got a ride in one with a healthy newer 302 with 4 speed, 350 posi rear end. Crazy fast, light weight, got 25 mpg when cruising on the freeway.
Always wanted a 65 Falcon. Had that 2/3 sized Thunderbolt vibe. Besides, all the go fast goodies for the Mustang would bolt right up, without the insurance hit.
Leigh
Whitehall, NY
My buddy’s kid had a 62, that I donated a bonestock 77 302, to. It had a 9″ with 4.10 gears, a 12″ truck clutch and three speed on the floor. It would almost pick the front wheels when you launched it. Handled like crap, but was stupid quick in a straight line.
Leigh
Whitehall, NY
Oh f*ck me … in high school, I drove a Pinto. Rack and pinion steering. AND … if you found that tiny spot in the powerband? ONE ounce of torque
Signed, King of Mulholland Drive/No bragg, just fact.
(well at least on my uncorked Yamabanger 350, two stroke)
Mom and Dad mostly drove Galaxie’s growing up. Dad did get a Torino once, it was ugly green.
Notice the Edsel style grill on the electric Ford. Think that might be a portent of the future for this piece of unsustainable trash?
Sure it’s not photoshopped?
Poor job of it. But I understand the sentiment.
Back in the early 80’s, I bought a used Courier identical to the one in the photo, except without a camper shell. Built my own shell out of plywood. Not water proof, but at least I could lock stuff up in the back. I used it for a run-around beater, then drove it from California to Texas and back. Those little four-banger engines were bullet proof. Reversed the letters on the hood to read “DORF”.
I installed a Weber carb and stuffed in a 5-speed tranny from a wrecked Mazda pickup. I mounted a 5 gallon Jerry can in the back and bolted an electric fuel pump to the can filler lid. Ran power through a switch on the dashboard and a fuel line down through the wheel well to feed into the main tank filler tube. That way I could pump my “auxiliary fuel” on the fly.
Pic number1 for sale on FB – $225k
1 owner
https://www.facebook.com/marketplace/item/1097056544336135
I don’t care if it is an original Shelby GT500 428 SCJ.
That much rot and damage isn’t worth a quarter the asking price.
Concours restoration…….maybe.
Leigh
Whitehall, NY
I agree & makes me wonder about the claimed mileage
What, no Crown Vic, king of the police cruisers?
That last one speaks volumes for a lifetime. People still forget what a deathtrap the ev’s are.
One example: https://youtu.be/8nz5ijXcckI
NOW THAT’S SOME FUNNY SHIT RIGHT THAR! SOME GREAT PHOTO CHOPPIN! And exactly my opinion on electric vehicles. The techno is not there…..BUT, the stupidity cup runneth way over with no common sense IDIOTS, W/DEGREES…COURSE, IMO! WHICH tis like deem assholes, everybody’s gots one…..LOL!!!
#11 is my 1963 ford f-100.
Original 223 straight 6 with column shift 3 on-the-tree.
Love driving that truck.
On the Mayberry Galaxy…
Was that not spelled Galaxie?
My dad had a 65, I was born in 70. His had the 352 PI automatic. He babied it forever, as it was the first car he ever bought brand new. I grew up with him wrenching it all the time and as I got older I would be out there tinkering with it with him. In 1986 I got my license, and could legally drive.
By this point, I learned to drive (well, the mechanics of it) for the most part already, as from 14 and up, on boring summers I would “go to work” with dad some days as he drove a 12 wheel “coal bucket” when he started a small trucking business in the coalfields in Southwest Virginia. I learned to drive this R series Mack truck when there was downtime at the mine waiting for a shot to be set off and cleared for the coal, and we had all this space and he would let me tool the truck around.
Anyway, I get my license, and dad also gifts me the 65, asking that i take good care of it. I did, but a young male and a car that could scream, means at some point, there is a balance.
Wont go into heavy details of what happened about 2 odd years later when I totaled it on the way to school, but it was not a simple total. I flipped once and spun on the top 4 times and was partially ejected at some point in that spin. The initial impact with rock jammed the engine through the firewall.
Climbed out as soon as it stopped spinning with a crushed finger, a serious road rash on my left arm and nothing else.
My only thought on the way to the hospital at that point was “Dads going to kill me”.
Only thing he said was he has thankful i was still alive, but the stuff running through my mind at the time screamed I failed him. That weighed on me a lot but later when he was allowing me to drive again, and i had use of the Jeep Wagoneer, he admonished me that if i wrecked it, I was on my own for transportation. The way he said it though, if this makes sense, lifted that cloud from me.
When he passed away about a year and a half ago, i had went back east from WA to VA a few weeks before because we all knew it by this time it was his time, one of my passing memories came back all of a sudden, and I had to say to him I still feel guilty for the Galaxie.
My straight laced dyed in the wool Baptist dad hoisted his middle finger at me for a second and said forget that car, remember family.
Yes it is, thank you for correcting me… I was in a hurry to get this post set up before my surgery on my kidney last Tuesday. I will correct it.
’65 Galaxie with the 352 engine and the R Model Mack. Man, that takes me back a good bit. I drove R Models in the oilfield many a mile and don’t remember working on them very much. But the ’65….
When I turned 16, I went to Daddy and said, Daddy, what kind of car do you think we’ll get me and he rolled down the newspaper and said, son, we’ll get you any kind of car you can afford, and rolled the newspaper back up. That was lesson one.
So I got off my ass and got an after skool job and eventually I found it, a ’65 Galaxie 500 convertible. I can see that car today, it was red with a black top, factory buckets, console and styled wheels. It was about 5 years old, in really nice shape and the chief advantage was, I had the money.
So I went to Daddy and said, I’ve found the car, let’s go lookit it. He rolled down his newspaper and gave me a five-count stare, and said all right. He folded his paper and put on his shoes and we headed out.
He got just close enough to that car to read the 352 engine badge and turned around and said, let’s go home. On the way back, he gave me the second piece of the puzzle which was, any kind of car that you can afford as long as it doesn’t have a big engine or can haul too many hoodlum kids.
I eventually ended up with a 1960 VW bug, 36 HP, top end of 62 MPH and it didn’t even have a radio or a gas gage, but inasmuch as it couldn’t go too fast or haul too many hoodlum kids, it was perfect for Daddy’s purposes.
We lost Dad a few days before 9/11 and I miss the old coot terribly. The R Model Macks, not at all.
I’d give somebodies right nut for that ’64 Falcon. Got a ride in one with a healthy newer 302 with 4 speed, 350 posi rear end. Crazy fast, light weight, got 25 mpg when cruising on the freeway.
Always wanted a 65 Falcon. Had that 2/3 sized Thunderbolt vibe. Besides, all the go fast goodies for the Mustang would bolt right up, without the insurance hit.
Leigh
Whitehall, NY
My buddy’s kid had a 62, that I donated a bonestock 77 302, to. It had a 9″ with 4.10 gears, a 12″ truck clutch and three speed on the floor. It would almost pick the front wheels when you launched it. Handled like crap, but was stupid quick in a straight line.
Leigh
Whitehall, NY
Oh f*ck me … in high school, I drove a Pinto. Rack and pinion steering. AND … if you found that tiny spot in the powerband? ONE ounce of torque
Signed, King of Mulholland Drive/No bragg, just fact.
(well at least on my uncorked Yamabanger 350, two stroke)
Mom and Dad mostly drove Galaxie’s growing up. Dad did get a Torino once, it was ugly green.