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Post by demonhunterfan on Jul 2, 2009 16:47:41 GMT -8
I've been spending a lot of time with my friend Debbie and her Dad, going thru the old bikes they have all over the place on their farm, fixing some up and selling them cheap at flea markets so kids can ride 'em again. One day we were out there lookin' and Ben says "didja see them ones in front of the Rambler?" HUH? I didn't see no Rambler. So Debbie opens a garage door and there sits a 59 American Super with a conti kit staring me in the face. Interior all chewed up, but it's a project car for somebody. Cool. Debbie called it a "Rambassador" ;D, that's why I love her........she's good with stuff like that. Anyhow, I feels like I gotta build up a "Rambassador" and went looking online fer some pics so's I could do some 'bodywork', stance, etc. This here aint no "Rambassador", but after slammin' it and doin the ol' Fletch chop, I'd drive it ;D  Later and God bless  |
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Post by Fletch on Jul 2, 2009 17:55:04 GMT -8
That is very cool Brother John, there is something about a Nash that just screams Americana. I'd be driving it as well, rain or shine. After all those are the only 2 seasons we have here in the PNW. A few years back Teri and I were part of a Ministry that went to multi-day car shows, where we were onsite Chaplains for the event . On of the ministry supporters from Texas had a bone yard containing 140 different cars that he had acquired over the years. One day he phoned the head of the ministry and offered the cars to be sold and the proceeds to support the ministry. So, we all got a list of the cars and the first thing I spotted was a 1950 Nash Ambassador. My jaw dropped when I saw the asking price it was listed for $750, I figured I could afford the trip to Texas and the trailer rental to bring the beast back to Portland. The only catch was when your chosen car was unburied to the point where it could be moved you had 7 days to get it out of the lot so the next bunch could be moved. The Nash was buried several rows deep so we knew it was going to be 6-8 weeks before we had to worry about a trip to Ft Worth. The second week into the sell off of the cars 2 of the Chaplains actually got into a fist fight over which pieces went to which car. The sell off ended that very day, a decision was made that for the good of the ministry we were no longer in the business of selling rod-able cars. This was what I was hoping for out of the Ambassador:  Hosted on FotkiI have no idea what ever happened to the rest of the collection, just goes to show even Godly people pull bone head stunts from time to time. |
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