You will get a kick out of this. In my still living at home days I spent the night with a friend and we dropped in a competition cam in my car overnight. A few days later something happened and smoke come pouring our from under the car and hood. So I called good ol' dad and he got a wrecker to take it to a local mechanic shop he knew. A few days later my dad called me into the kitchen for a talk. Needless to say I was very worried........ He said "The repair shop rebuilt the engine in your car, but when he started it up it didn't quiet sound like a factory engine and he was having difficulty getting it to idle. So he tore it back down and found that the cam was not factory spec. Now, you wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you? Of course I answered him yes. Well, back in those days dads could still use a belt. All together I did learn something valuable, never put a cam (only) with a 274/282 ratio on a motor with 100,00 miles!!

 

A lesson you won't (and haven't....) forget.

It was always my neighbors calling me to task for some of my 'antics'...... That, and my dad was a college professor back in those years, and he taught course for the local police departments...... That was always fun. Got pulled over one day because my exhaust was loud. The cop came up to the car, asked for my usual paper work, which I had ready. He went back to his car to radio everything in, and he was gone longer than I thought he really should be.... never a good sign..... When he came back to my car, he looked thoroughly disgusted, handed me my paper work, and my loud exhaust ticket.... Looked me right in the eye, and told me: "Now that I see who you are, you are under arrest." I about filled my pants, I couldn't recall anything I had done (lately) to annoy the cops..... but then he finished: "Your dad gave me a "C" in his class. He walked back to his car, and left.... I took a minute to catch my breath, before driving away.

 

No that there was funny !! My wife got pulled over for speeding in our small community ( we've lived here for 34 years). When the officer got back from calling her license in, he gave her a warning and said "Oh ya, Sergeant Page said to say hello". He lived in our neighborhood at one time and loved to fish and knew that I fished a lot as well plus he got to be real good friends with our oldest son (USMC). Anyways, I best get busy around the house. I was way upset with the company I was working for and my beautiful, loving, dearest, kind, sweetheart wife told me I could retire (at the sweet age of 58.5) and she would keep working. Needless to say, I try to have the house clean, supper ready, etc. before she gets home from work!!!! Holler at ya later! PS: Being an Administrator, would you delete this entire post please. I will just write your name down in case I need your help later. And, I enjoyed the conversation for sure!!

 

This place can always use some good stories. So, if it's all the same to you, I'll just leave it up??

 

That's ok as well. Gotta run! Tks