Sorry to post another story, but my late Grandpa, Max Bruggenschmidt, was an Indiana State Police trooper from 1949 until he retired in '77 (he was post commander from '69 to '76). He was assigned to the Jasper post until '76, when he asked to be moved to the school bus inspection unit. He did that until he retired.
Anyway, I'm telling you all that because he was involved in some pretty funny stuff through the years. In '59, for example, the post got a Lark police car that was assigned to a trooper by the name of Shelton.
Shelton was pretty laid back. Grandpa said it was hard to get a rise out of him, even when he was mad. So, of course, Grandpa and some of the other guys liked to play tricks on him. Well, anyway, one afternoon, Shelton brought the Lark in for an oil change and to get the car checked over. Any of you who have seen Indiana State Police posts of a certain age know that their garages are pretty small. And, of course, early Larks are fairly small, too. So, just to see what kind of reaction they'd get out of ol' Shelton, Grandpa and the post mechanic, along with a couple of the other troopers who were around at the time, PICKED UP the Lark and TURNED IT SIDEWAYS in the garage!
Of course, all of this was going on while Shelton was inside doing some paperwork, so he was completely clueless as to what was being done to his commission, as they call the cars.
Some time later, Shelton headed out to the garage, with Grandpa and the other culprits following at a safe distance. When he got out there, all he could do was scratch his head and say, "Well, hell, how am I gonna get this outta here?" He turned a little red, but that was about it. Grandpa and the guys helped him turn the car around and get it out, and this story has lived on long after everyone involved (so far as I know) has passed away.
Grandpa was a pretty big guy (6'3", 230 lbs.), so he was never fond of the early Larks, said they were just too small and light for as fast as they were, but he got to try out a '64 R1 Marshal up at Indy and really enjoyed it. And one of our family's friends in Rockport had a Golden Hawk that Grandpa got to drive on occasion, and he liked that one too. He was a bit of a speed freak, you might say.
I know Grandpa took a lot more interesting stories to his grave, but this one, for whatever reason, I still enjoy.
Jacob Newkirk - Owensboro, KY
Currently driving an '87 Ford F-150, but I dream of having a Hawk one day. Don't we all?
Anyway, I'm telling you all that because he was involved in some pretty funny stuff through the years. In '59, for example, the post got a Lark police car that was assigned to a trooper by the name of Shelton.
Shelton was pretty laid back. Grandpa said it was hard to get a rise out of him, even when he was mad. So, of course, Grandpa and some of the other guys liked to play tricks on him. Well, anyway, one afternoon, Shelton brought the Lark in for an oil change and to get the car checked over. Any of you who have seen Indiana State Police posts of a certain age know that their garages are pretty small. And, of course, early Larks are fairly small, too. So, just to see what kind of reaction they'd get out of ol' Shelton, Grandpa and the post mechanic, along with a couple of the other troopers who were around at the time, PICKED UP the Lark and TURNED IT SIDEWAYS in the garage!
Of course, all of this was going on while Shelton was inside doing some paperwork, so he was completely clueless as to what was being done to his commission, as they call the cars.
Some time later, Shelton headed out to the garage, with Grandpa and the other culprits following at a safe distance. When he got out there, all he could do was scratch his head and say, "Well, hell, how am I gonna get this outta here?" He turned a little red, but that was about it. Grandpa and the guys helped him turn the car around and get it out, and this story has lived on long after everyone involved (so far as I know) has passed away.
Grandpa was a pretty big guy (6'3", 230 lbs.), so he was never fond of the early Larks, said they were just too small and light for as fast as they were, but he got to try out a '64 R1 Marshal up at Indy and really enjoyed it. And one of our family's friends in Rockport had a Golden Hawk that Grandpa got to drive on occasion, and he liked that one too. He was a bit of a speed freak, you might say.
I know Grandpa took a lot more interesting stories to his grave, but this one, for whatever reason, I still enjoy.
Jacob Newkirk - Owensboro, KY
Currently driving an '87 Ford F-150, but I dream of having a Hawk one day. Don't we all?
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