Thursday I hitched up the trailer and drove to Edmonton to recover this gem, a '61 Lark VIII two-door post. It's crusher bait for sure, no floors, and aside from the hood and trunk lid, which will be saved, no good exterior body panels. All the beltline trim is there though, with some damaged pieces, so I will save that.
The car had a manual transmission, but it's gone. Has a 259 that's stuck. I plan to pull the body off this one, and use the frame as an engine test stand.
The other two pictures are of structures damaged by "plow winds" that came in advance of a severe thunderstorm a week ago tonight. These are on the hilltop just a mile south of my place. Two people were killed in this storm, a woman in her 30s when the outdoor stage blew down at the Big Valley Jamboree near Camrose, and a 3 year old girl in Calgary who was hit by a large sheet of metal blown off the top of a construction site.
I was driving home in this big old moving van when the wind hit me, and for 5 or 10 seconds, it was swaying and swerving all over the road, with me rowing on the steering wheel for all I was worth trying to keep it between the ditches. I thought for sure I'd be rolled over in the ditch, but managed somehow to keep the shiny side (for lack of a better term) up.
Here are the pics:




Gord Richmond, within Weasel range of the Alberta Badlands
The car had a manual transmission, but it's gone. Has a 259 that's stuck. I plan to pull the body off this one, and use the frame as an engine test stand.
The other two pictures are of structures damaged by "plow winds" that came in advance of a severe thunderstorm a week ago tonight. These are on the hilltop just a mile south of my place. Two people were killed in this storm, a woman in her 30s when the outdoor stage blew down at the Big Valley Jamboree near Camrose, and a 3 year old girl in Calgary who was hit by a large sheet of metal blown off the top of a construction site.
I was driving home in this big old moving van when the wind hit me, and for 5 or 10 seconds, it was swaying and swerving all over the road, with me rowing on the steering wheel for all I was worth trying to keep it between the ditches. I thought for sure I'd be rolled over in the ditch, but managed somehow to keep the shiny side (for lack of a better term) up.
Here are the pics:




Gord Richmond, within Weasel range of the Alberta Badlands
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