The first shot above includes the refurbished differential cover and, I don’t know, some other thingy that was in the way when I painted the second section of the Pony. Oh, and Saturday I went out to Gene’s and put the second coat of Pony red on the section that will hold the gas tank and starter. In the second shot, I’m making a new gasket for the transmission cover.
These next few shots were taken Sunday by Gene and his wife, Lynn, as I was installing the parts shown above.
I don’t know why I’m smiling in this picture, since what I’m doing here is cleaning the Pony’s “rear end.” I cleaned generally around where both covers were to be installed, and then finished up by rubbing the surfaces where the gaskets would be applied with lacquer thinner. This assures good adhesion of the “black velvet” gasket sealer.
The Pony sits primarily in the shade, so with the sun sneaking through in a few spots, sometimes you get some pretty odd color affects. I took this one Sunday of the second coat of Pony paint. Almost looks like we’re going for the hot rod flames affect doesn’t it?
You can usually tell when I don’t have much to say…lots of pictures….
I saw a picture recently though that reminded me of another one, and then another one, so here’s is a little sequence looking back.
Of course, three generations of “little red wagons,” well people too. First, son Andrew. He’ll be mad that I printed this. At Christmas, 1979, when he got his wagon, he was also an avid watcher of the TV show CHIPS, about the California Highway Patrol. So, in addition to the wagon, we gave him the CHP outfit, complete with gun, handcuffs, helmet, badge. In the shot from 1951, the IB is on the left, brother Phil, center, and yours truly on the right. Then way back in 1934, that’s my dad in the suit and tie, and his siblings, left to right, Kenny, Gloria and in the rear, Carly. Looking back at these photos, a few things strike me about the ubiquitous little red wagon.
* They’re good for taking photos.
* All inhibitions disappear once you get in one.
* Technology cannot kill it.
* They fire the imagination. It’s a wagon, but it’s a space ship too and a car, a time machine, a locomotive, a fire truck.
* They’ve been used, and abused for a lot of things, not just firing the imagination, but hauling out the garbage, doing yard work, delivering papers, and producing first cases of compressed vertebrae, whip-lash and road rash.
* And finally they leave memories, and they’re usually nice ones (exception: that frozen 1958 delivery of Thanksgiving newspapers).
Thanks for reading.