I love it. Here is a chance for all of us to tell "our stupid" stories. Mine was the 1930 DeSoto rag top coupe that I bought for $35 in sunshiny weather from a mechanic I delivered parts to. One evening, while cruising down Pacific Ave. in Huntington Park with a friend to impress the girls with my new purchase - and the heavens did open Big Time revealing the almost 30 year old rag top for what it was - rags.
brian from la verne, ca
From: Nate <vwnate1@yahoo.com>
To: diesel_mercedes@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Wednesday, August 24, 2011 5:46 AM
Subject: [diesel_mercedes] Re : Footwell Water Collection
Story time eh ? here goes :
I stupidly bought a 1974 W-107 350SLC off flea-Bay out of state, thinking all the questions I asked about rust would help....
I went to go fetch it and as soon as I hit the narrow desert road home , it began to pour down rain , a real " gully washer " like in the Mid West . as the road was like a roller coaster , I flew over a short rise and into 2" of running water and the gray colored sandy water came roaring in through the gaping holes in both footwells , from the passenger side it hit me in my face , the driver's side torrent raised the carpet (nice original carpets BTW) smack up against the underside of my legs then sprayed out sideways on both sides.....
Like you , I was instantly soaked to the bone and chilled , the water dripping off the headliners and running down the inside of the windshield was interesting to watch but not a whole lotta fun....
-Nate
Tony Said ;
Re : Footwell Water Collection
Well a chance to tell my Morgan story.
Was working on construction in Vancouver BC raining again wintertime. We were
all very wet and very cold so they shut the job down at lunch time. Was touring
home in said Moggie, with the heater(?) going full blast. Had my rain gear
jacket on but was feeling very cold. There was a large puddle (small lake) so of
course I had to race through the deepest part, whence I discovered that the
wooden floor boards were not fastened down. Water was shooting up, up my nose up
my shirt, inside my rain gear, up my vision and all the way up to the rag top.
Water has a very unique property, it seeks its lowest level, after the water hit
the lid, it all, yes every drop of it, cascaded down Niagara falls like, upon
the head & face of our feckless hero. Now our really really cold hero, once he
can see again, continues the drive home but avoiding where ever poss the
puddles. A hot bath and warm libation took away the pain, but nothing will ever
take away the memory. (absent old timers disease)
Tony.
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