On Thu, 6 Jul 2023 17:25:26 -0700 (PDT), Tom Kunich
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>I had a Ford Falcon Ranchero and I should have kept it. But a new
>Mustang beckoned. Then a Camaro, Then I can't remember until I
>came to and have been driving Ford Tauruses ever since.
Really? When I look at your house using Google street view, the only
vehicle I've seen parked next to your driveway is a white 2018 Kia
Soul. It also appears in Mar 2021. In order to preserve what is left
of Tom's privacy, I won't post any links or the address.
Hmmm... the April 2011 photo shows a for sale sign pounded onto the
front lawn and partly hidden behind a small tree.
When I was first learning to drive, I borrowed my mothers 1960 Ford
Falcon. Straight 6, 144 CID (2.4 liter) engine, and a 2 speed
automatic transmission. At one point, I threw together a small biz in
the garage, fixing CB radios for one Radio Shack. The problem was
that I had to deliver the repaired radios from West Smog Angeles to
Long Beach. I lost track of how many miles I was putting on the car.
When it burned up most of the oil, the engine froze. My mother bought
a new car, but I was stuck with the dead Falcon. My father's line was
"You want a car? No problem. All you need to do is fix the Falcon".
So, I rebuilt the engine. I made a few mistakes, but when I was done,
it ran. Unfortunately, it overheated because I didn't know to ream
the cylinder ridges (oops). A cousin managed to sell it to someone
who wanted it for parts. At this point, I knew enough about the
Falcon to convince the local Ford dealer to hire me as an electrical
system troubleshooter. I did ok until I was needed to help do an
engine rebuild on another Ford Flacon. That didn't go so well and I
found myself again looking for part time employment.
I then switched from a local city college (Santa Monica City College),
to a 4 year college (San Fernando Valley State College). The problem
was that it was in Northridge, about a 25 mile drive in heavy traffic.
Amazingly, the parents agreed that walking or cycling the distance
(and 1,130 feet (344 m) elevation) was impractical. We emptied what
was left of my bank account and found enough cash to buy a shiny new
1967 Ford Mustang on credit. Straight 6, 200 CID engine, 3 speed
transmission. There was almost no weight on the rear end, so I could
sometimes burn rubber in all 3 gears. Perfect. I think I put about
160,000 miles on it before I gave up and bought a 1972(?)
International Harvester 1210 4x4 pickup with service boxes. Basically
a service truck for doing radio installs in the field.
That was the end of my love affair with Ford products.