My Facetruck thread.

[Ol Blue K20]

Originally Posted by slomotion

Thank you Tim!
I'll take that as an invite... Here's the latest

Very nice!

[slomotion]

Thank you all!

It wasn't all that long ago (it seems) that I was all around, over, and under a vehicle doing all sorts of things, but time has changed what I'm capable of (or willing) to do. Having to give up the heavy things I liked to do as a hobby, I had to turn to something less physical.
I've always built models, but until the last few years they were all static. Once I started building the radio control ships and boats a whole new world opened to me where I can participate and keep active ~ even if it is at a less intense pace.
There are kits that are beautiful when built, but wanting to remain a half step out of the main stream I've been scratch building my boats as they can be any subject and to my own liking without any premise to represent a particular subject.
This tug is the latest effort. It's 1:18 scale, (5/8" = 1 foot), 55" long, and 61 lbs fully ballasted. The deck house is removable and the hull gets launched, the ballast goes in, then the deckhouse re-installed. It has lights, smoke, sound, and some custom details that I've included just to add some interest.
(I do still have the dually and use it regularly! )

[Steeveedee]

Wow, you do nice work!

[slomotion]

Thanks to all!

I'll throw out a couple of past builds then back out of here and sit back down at my bench quietly and apologetically for hijacking the thread....
The first two are of a common small freight carrier found around the Chesapeake area, the third is a small river boat with a rather primitive work barge, and the last two are of a Coast Guard 40' Utility Boat.

[3757chevy]

Originally Posted by davischevy

With all the talk of FB on here lately, it occurred to me we needed a forum where we could air our every movement and emotion of the day.

My title doesn't make any sense, but I thought since this is a truck site, we could air our personal lives to other truck owners.

So just let it all hang out. Tell us stuff we don't need or want to know. Tell us if your dog is constipated or your heart has been broken five times this week. Ask for references for a cheap brain surgeon. You get the picture.

I will start with breakfast @ the Davis house #needs biscuits and hash browns to be good.

I had a couple of prunes also, so I will update you on that outcome about 11:30 AM central.

other Larry said post whatever and I like your models slomotion so don't hold back.

[special-K]

I must have overlooked it. Where did you say you bought those??

Today's my dad's birthday (been gone since 1/15/04) and I guess he's coming out through me. I remember him throughout my life asking where someone bought a fine piece of craftsmanship they completed.

Holy cow! I'm glad you told us all these boats are scale models. I would have thought they were the real deal. Great work!

[LT7A]

Phenomenal detail slomotion. And you're not hijacking anything. I think that model-building fits right in with why Other Larry started this thread in the first place. Those close-ups of your latest effort are amazing. Feel free to show us more.

[LT7A]

Phenomenal detail slomotion. And you're not hijacking anything. I think that model-building fits right in with why Other Larry started this thread in the first place. Those close-ups of your latest effort are amazing. Feel free to show us more.

[slomotion]

Thank you.
Asking a modeler to show pics of his work is like asking a grandparent to show photo's of their grandchildren.

Here's a few of some details...

The first one is Maude the cook standing outside her galley with the screen door and window.

Two and three are details on Fort Valley the tug. (Fort Valley - the geographic place - is between Front Royal and Woodstock VA)

Four and five are the "River Supply Company's" dock and office.

[davischevy]

This thread can't be hijacked, because there is no subject.

Like I said, that's just plain cool.

Show us more.

[special-K]

Your work is fascinating. That says it all.

And now you went and spoke about Fort Valley, VA. My sister lives on the western slope of Blue Ridge Mt facing across the S. Fork of the Shenandoah R. valley to Massanutten Mt, between Front Royal and Luray (Rileyville). You can see bits of the western ridge of Fort Valley. Edinburg is straight over Massanutten as the crow flies. I'll take a drive over there from time to time. Just like it's Civil War history, it's a place no one would know is there. A hidden valley. I could be happy living there

[slomotion]

Thank you!

Fort Valley (the tug) of course was named for that area. My childhood was off the Fort Valley Rd in Carmel. Rt 769 (St David's Church Rd.) My sister and I would try to trap minnows in Passage Creek as kids. We had to create our own amusement during the summer days, as the nearest kids were a couple of miles away, but a bike ride was all it took. Our parents never worried about us - not because they didn't care, it was just a different time and place. There was a ramshackle general store at Dry Run and we'd ride our bikes down there for a Nehi soda. The two or three old men on the porch in coveralls would say "Hello" and go on with their conversation. These were the days when 769 was a gravel road and we'd see the dust in the air when the mail car was coming. Any time we'd see road dust we'd stop what we were doing and wait to see who was going by. There'd be dust on the Queen Ann's Lace between the road and a section of old rusty barbed wire strung between gray posts. The houses were a half mile apart, and it seemed we were all shirt-tail relation one way or another.
Today it's getting so built up it's hard to recognize.
Sadly, it's true, "You can't ever go home again". The images in your mind don't change, but the reality does, so "Home" is a just memory.

[davischevy]

Originally Posted by slomotion

Thank you!

Fort Valley (the tug) of course was named for that area. My childhood was off the Fort Valley Rd in Carmel. Rt 769 (St David's Church Rd.) My sister and I would try to trap minnows in Passage Creek as kids. We had to create our own amusement during the summer days, as the nearest kids were a couple of miles away, but a bike ride was all it took. Our parents never worried about us - not because they didn't care, it was just a different time and place. There was a ramshackle general store at Dry Run and we'd ride our bikes down there for a Nehi soda. The two or three old men on the porch in coveralls would say "Hello" and go on with their conversation. These were the days when 769 was a gravel road and we'd see the dust in the air when the mail car was coming. Any time we'd see road dust we'd stop what we were doing and wait to see who was going by. There'd be dust on the Queen Ann's Lace between the road and a section of old rusty barbed wire strung between gray posts. The houses were a half mile apart, and it seemed we were all shirt-tail relation one way or another.
Today it's getting so built up it's hard to recognize.
Sadly, it's true, "You can't ever go home again". The images in your mind don't change, but the reality does, so "Home" is a just memory.

You just described my childhood. Only the names and places were different. Three relative boys and I would leave home in the morning and come back at dusk, starving to death.

[special-K]

Originally Posted by slomotion

Thank you!

Fort Valley (the tug) of course was named for that area. My childhood was off the Fort Valley Rd in Carmel. Rt 769 (St David's Church Rd.) My sister and I would try to trap minnows in Passage Creek as kids. We had to create our own amusement during the summer days, as the nearest kids were a couple of miles away, but a bike ride was all it took. Our parents never worried about us - not because they didn't care, it was just a different time and place. There was a ramshackle general store at Dry Run and we'd ride our bikes down there for a Nehi soda. The two or three old men on the porch in coveralls would say "Hello" and go on with their conversation. These were the days when 769 was a gravel road and we'd see the dust in the air when the mail car was coming. Any time we'd see road dust we'd stop what we were doing and wait to see who was going by. There'd be dust on the Queen Ann's Lace between the road and a section of old rusty barbed wire strung between gray posts. The houses were a half mile apart, and it seemed we were all shirt-tail relation one way or another.
Today it's getting so built up it's hard to recognize.
Sadly, it's true, "You can't ever go home again". The images in your mind don't change, but the reality does, so "Home" is a just memory.

I wish I had know it back then. Garrett County, MD is going downhill from what seemed to a forever wonderland. I guess it was I-68 that made Deep Creek Lake become the place to build a second home, although it's been a resort area since the 30s. Now the cancer is spreading through the county, driving real estate prices up to about what they are down here... where there is a strong economy that justifies it. I guess it just wasn't quite far enough away.

Originally Posted by davischevy

You just described my childhood. Only the names and places were different. Three relative boys and I would leave home in the morning and come back at dusk, starving to death.

Thanks for the beautiful picture of Fort Valley. And thanks Other* for adding to it. It never failed, I'd get in trouble for coming in too late for supper in early spring with the days getting longer. That just allowed me and whoever I was with, if anyone, to get farther from home and deeper into what ever we had found to get into.

I had all my excess power steering boxes listed on Craigslist some time ago. I had ten I think, and was offering them individually. The guy who responded, I could tell, was an older guy. He had an early-60s Chevy truck he was putting power steering on. I told him I'd bring them all and he could take his pick. We met up in Berryville, VA which is about 1/2 way. It turned out he lived in and was born and raised in Fort Valley. It also turned out he would rebuild steering boxes to sell. I gave him all the boxes for the cost of one. I got far better than dollars out of that encounter. I wish I kept his name.

* Mind if I call you Other for short?

[davischevy]

Originally Posted by special-K

* Mind if I call you Other for short?

I've been called much worse.

[special-K]

Sorry about your knee, Other. I did the same thing back in the '50s but I'm still not ready to share that. But I am about to change my profile picture since there was no way to show it back then

[davischevy]

I bolted a couple more pieces on the Arkansas K10.

[72 tigger]

Looks great Larry

[FleetsidePaul]

Yeah Larry. A thing of beauty. I'm digging that chrome shifter and the knob with the shift pattern on it, It looks great. I've only seen the plain Jane black ones. I don't get out often.

[Getter-Done]

Shiny shiny.

Great job Larry

[FleetsidePaul]

Originally Posted by slomotion

Thank you!


Today it's getting so built up it's hard to recognize.
Sadly, it's true, "You can't ever go home again". The images in your mind don't change, but the reality does, so "Home" is a just memory.

I went back to my home town a couple of months ago. It was not the same place. Practically everything I knew was gone. Everyone I knew was gone. I felt like a stranger and I grew up there.

[special-K]

That Ochre, 4spd/4wd, chrome & a/c truck is going* to be a real country gentleman out there.

*coulda said fixin'

[FleetsidePaul]

Originally Posted by special-K

That Ochre, 4spd/4wd, chrome & a/c truck is going* to be a real country gentleman out there.

*coulda said fixin'

Rough cut country gentleman don't say "fixin'.

[72 tigger]

I’m sure some of you guys see bald eagles on a regular basis. Their population has been growing around here the past 10 years. This is less than a mile from my house, along the Wabash river

[Steeveedee]

I wish. We do see hawks cruising around, though.