I've always admired the forward thinking/looks of the Stude. However the
"FrankenStude" is the killer of all. I have a large poster of it up in my
shop. For thous of you who haven't seen it try
http://www.geocities.com/byronlist/kustoms/frank/frank.htm
Don't know where it is now but in 1988 it was quite a ride.
Grib
From: "Dick J" <lsr_man@yahoo.com>
To: <FastmetalBDF@aol.com>; <lsr350@hotmail.com>;
<land-speed@autox.team.net>
Sent: Thursday, November 14, 2002 6:15 PM
Subject: Re: Studebaker
> Gary,
> I had a 1949 Studebaker Champion coupe when I was in college. It had the
little flathead six and three speed with overdrive. The car was in really
good shape, except that it had an external crack, about 4" long, on the
outside of the block and would hold no collant. I tired of filling it twice
a day (once to go to school in the morning and again to come home in the
afternoon. It was about a ten mile drive from the apartment to school
through downtown Atlanta.
> I decided to just quit adding coolant and drive it 'till it died. I drove
it the rest of that term, and all the next. I'd get to the parking lot at
school in the morning and it would smell like burning paint and be crackling
and popping as the hot iron cooled down. I was told by classmates that it
would still be crackling and popping two to three hours after I'd parked it.
By the end of classes, it had cooled down and I'd drive it home, letting it
crackle and pop for half the night until it was cool again in the morning.
That little car never would give up. I finally sold it after the end of the
second term for exactly the same price that I had paid for it. I hope it's
been restored and sits in a museum somewhere. It deserved it.
> Dick J in East Texas
> (Had I known about JB Weld back then, the car would probably still be
running like a fine watch.) LOL
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