1929 Nash
     Sometimes when you really want something, you've got to go all out to get it. I don't mean I'd sorta like this thing and pfaff around in a pusillanimous sort of way, "Will I? Won't I? It's too much money! Maybe they'll take less! Can I afford it?" That's just bullshit. If you want something you act, and quickly too.
    The Brickie's that sort of guy. He saw a 1929 Nash on Ebay, and said to himself, "That's the car I have been looking for!" He rang me up about it on Monday night. On Tuesday Morning he had his Dodge Ute (mentioned in other pages this update) in front of the local pub. Sold to a local that night. On Wednesday he was working on his Hupmobile (featured in the Xmas Pissup) to sell it, when La Belle Helene rang up to see what he was doing, and bought it on the spot. By Wednesday Night he had cash in his pocket. On Thursday morning he headed off to Sydney, without having re-contacted the owner, on a wing and a prayer, with a car trailer, a journey of about 900 k's.
   He arrived at the place, and after considerable haggling came away with his prize, plus 8 new tyres. The Brickie is a force of nature!
   Back by Friday night, he started on the job of getting it going. The engine had been "done-up" in the 1980's, including complete engine rebuild, in fact it has a 1983 registration sticker. Then it was left to sit, and some clown (probably the heir) started it up without freeing the engine up first and bent a valve and a push-rod. Everything else looked solid, though Nash's do have an inherent problem.
    Like the Hudson, so close to this writer's heart, the company thought it would be a good idea to caste their blocks in "chromium steel". Strong, thin, light-weight castings, but with one drawback: if left with water inside them, plus air, they delaminate like rolled steel, not powder like caste iron. This cancer makes them extremely rare to find. This one, after some rudimentary tests looks fine....but it's early days.
   The engine is a twin ignition six of ample cubic capacity, but, it's the body that is the tour de force.
    Completely original in every detail, from it's wonderful leather upholstery, with cracks, and one tear, to its art-deco dash, to its wonderfully crazed headlining, it's all there. The panels have never been dinged, and there is zero rust. The roof was stuffed, with some rotting, but will be repaired without moving the head lining.The paint was re-done in the 1980's we suppose, but has aged wonderfully, with cracking and crazing, and will not be tarted up. It is what it is.
     All the doors close with a click!
1929 Chrysler
    Cowboy Kenny is determined to fill his large farm shed with old cars. Among his stable to come out soon is this superb 1929 Chrysler.
   This came from Leopold near Geelong, when he got it, but was originally a Maryborough car. The owner there took it apart completely, and I mean completely. Every piece of timber was taken apart, even each individual door-frame piece, and put into boxes, and stored in the roof of a shed. This is probably what saved it.
   From there the Leopold owner moved the boxes, but did not make any progress. He fell on hard times, and Kenny bought it for a song. It took him and Robbo 3 days to piece the frame together again.
   The pieces had all been taken apart before any rot occurred, so this would have to be one of the few vintage cars with ALL timber in original condition, even floor boards. The body is absolutely straight, no rust in any panels, and original paintwork.
   He's just waiting on some new pistons before getting it mobile again.
   Kenny tells me that Chrysler, at the time had its own pseudo-police unit. Each car had an identification badge, and the company pledged to conduct its own search and recovery mission if the car was stolen.
   The only pieces that are missing on the car is the windscreen frame, and any help in that regard would be greatly appreciated, just email the website. Maybe the Chrysler Car Company could help, after all it's covered by their policy.
1925 Dodge Truck
    Cowboy Kenny again. He was looking for some Chrysler bits in Maryborough, when the old fella said he had a Dodge which he might like to sell. Kenny was not particularly interested, it being a "peasant's car" but agreed to have a look. The car was in bits in a shed, but all the bits appeared to be there, and they were in good condition. The old boy wanted very little for the whole kit and kaboodle, so Kenny acquired yet another car. He and a mate spent a day putting it together, and retiming the maggie, then drove it out of the shed and took it for a 10 K run to Newstead. It goes really well, sitting on 50 mph, and he reckons he'll run it to Tibooburra at the end of the year.
    The car was originally a Queensland car when the owner became ill and gave it to a relative in Mansfield Victoria. He died, and the car went to a bloke in Talbot, who sold it to the old fella in Maryborough, before Kenny acquired it. The superb trunk was bought at the Bendigo Swap for a princely $17! Our Kenny can be disgustingly tinny at times.
1927 Essex
     This has been a vale of tears ever since Norm The Hobbit bought it from a joker in South Australia.
    Norm does not have a lot of experience in the old car game, but is learning fast. He is also noticeably greying, and developing a peculiar nervous twitch.
    He gave the engine to a local "expert" who spent a lot of time making excuses, demanding money, and ultimately doing a total fuckup of a job, I mean 0.028" clearance on the mains does seem a little on the generous side, and no doubt contributed to a certain basso profondo rumble.
   He's since entrusted the task to Deaf John, and we await the outcome with great anticipation, albeit with a little nervousness as well. Progress so far has been, let us say, "interesting"
   Not a lot is known about the history of the car as yet, though there are some leads.

1927 Hupmobile Roadster.
     The Hup, as mentioned earlier, was the Brickie's recent acquisition, and he had spent considerable time and effort in replacing the wood. It is shown on the right on its first run out of Kenny's shed on the occasion of the Xmas Pissup. We know that the gearbox is in robust condition as Deaf John went from a brisk first gear directly into reverse with no ill effect.
    La Belle Helene, fed up with the hassles surrounding the Hobbit's Essex, decided to buy the car on the spot. She is shown here, with a bunch of local reprobates, about to drive it home. Her first drive of a vintage car....Bravo!
    They made it home to Guildford without running out of petrol, which is more than the Brickie could ever manage.