Some people are rude. Anyone have a story they would to share
 

Guys, today I stoped at a house that had more then 20 old trucks in the yard.. Lett me go back in time for a min.. Growing up I sent a lot of time with my grandpa.. Well one of the roads we had too take too gett to his house.. We had to pass a house that had all these old trucks.. I made it a point back then .. That one day id stop n ask if. Any of them where for sale.. Well since growing up going off to college, girls n work I never did go and talk to the ower... Well today I did.. Since owning my 48 f1.. Ive been thinking id like too find a parts trucks and one that has a box for mine.. I rember that this guy had a few early f1s.. Soo today I stoped as I pulled up the drive way I could see old truck n cars all over the place.. Anyways I get out of my truck and go to knock on the frount door. I here hey u I look and see a guy out by his barn as I start walking his way he said no my trucks arnt for sale.. Never come back here. Again, make sure u tell your friends the same.. And also said some words I will not post (if u know what I mean).. he also told me as I was walking away I relly dont care about old cars n mine here can rot away for all I care... I just have never seen anyone be like that just because they asked... I mean this guy had some great old trucks.. That havr been in thr same place since I was 6 years old... Any of you guys delt with people like this

He sounds crazy and rude.

Every day of my life just about. No offense toward the smokers (God knows I've got plenty of my own bad habits) but I usually have to endure some smart ass speech about cigarettes and how they don't care what I say. That's usually when I say "As long as you keep puffing those things, I will always have a job." I'd say there's a good story behind why that guy hates the world.

Sorry guys I see I have some typeos im posting once again from my phone...

I had my lab in my 51 ford this weekend and a man asked why i had a dog in a fine truck like that . I just looked at him and said cause he's alot better looking then you. LOL

Years ago I must have met his brother... Same kind of deal... I stopped to ask about an old truck that he had... and he almost killed me the said that I way he came at me... I appolijized and that I didn't mean no harm... I just loved old trucks and wanted to ask... He changed his tune alittle once his dog liked me and he showed me around... I never did buy anything from him, but did see his collection. He told me that everyday he gets a couple of people a day stopping and asking to buy one... or the ones that just stealing parts.... about 15 or 20 years ago he put up signs "CARS AND TRUCKS NOT FOR SALE".

I bought my 55 f100 when i was 16, and up untill about a year ago, when ever i would talk to an older man about it, try to relate to him through the old trucks. none of them would take me seriously. they would just kinda nod there head and really not listen. Only recently do i notice older guys starting to listen and have a convo with me about the old trucks.

Many years ago after I had been getting This Old Truck magazine, now Vintage Truck, for a while there was an article about an electrical contractor in Canada celebrating their 50th year in business by buying and restoring a '49-50 Ford panel truck. The company's lead mechanic had a cousin who restored '48-52 Ford and Mercury trucks. The article was about the truck restorer and all of trucks he restored and sold and some he still had a large collection, one which was '48-50 Mercury tow truck. I called the guy a couple of days later just to ask about his Mercury trucks, during the phone conversation he seemed like a decent guy. About five years later I took my family on vacation into Canada and we would be passing by this guy's house. It wasn't right on our route, it was about an 1 1/2 hours out of the way but I wanted to see a Bonus Built ear Mercury which I had never seen in person. I called the guy to see if he'd be around that day and if I could look at a few of his trucks. He asked me what kind of truck I was looking for. I reminded him I called him a few years earlier after the magazine article came out and I was passing through on vacation and just wanted to stop by to look at his trucks, I didn't want to buy one. He told me to give him a couple of hours because he was in the middle of something but he'd be home all day. We drove the 1 1/2 hours to his city and sat in a park for more than 1/2 an hour to honor his request not to come by too early. Finally the time came and we went to find his house. We found it and I was amazed to see at least half a dozed restored Mercurys in his front yard, including the tow truck, and another dozen or so trucks lined up in a field across from his house. The first thing the guy said as I got out of my truck was, "Which truck are you interested in buying?". Again, I reminded him I was just stopping by to look at his collection. At that point he grunted, "I don't have time for tire kickers!" and abruptly turned around and stomped away. I asked if I could just look at some of his trucks, he stopped and grunted, "You can look at the trucks from the road, my insurance won't cover you on my property.", and continued walking back into his garage. I could understand his attitude if he was busy working and I just stopped by without notice and started pestering while he was trying to get work done but I clearly let him know what my intension's were when I called him. What an a$$.

You never can tell what's going on in someone else's mind in situations like this...I try not to apply my own "rules" to judge why a person acts the way they do. What I have found is that some folks really just want to be left alone and don't really want others looking at their stuff...ever see that TV show about hoarders?

That said, I have also run into folks who WANT others to ogle their stuff and enjoy telling them that they can't have it for love nor money. There's an old guy in our truck club like this...he has a beautiful 40 Ford coupe in his barn that he will never get back on the road but he won't sell it either. I played his game for awhile and finally when I understood what was happening I just told him to write me into his will and when he is gone then he'll know that the car is in good hands. Until that time I won't talk to him about it again. He looked a little perplexed and then he just grinned.

Most of these guys will hold on to their stuff until they die. Then their kids will hold an auction, or worse yet, just call a scrapper in and have them haul the whole mess away so it's out of their hair. I really don't blame the relatives who have to deal with this kind of situation. I have experience with parents who were hoarders and when it came time, after years of trying to have them deal with the mess, we were just happy to have it all hauled away. Fortunately, or unfortunately, my parents were hoarders of junk and it wasn't too hard to rent a dumpster and pitch everything into to it. It's sad to see old iron sinking into the ground for years and then to see it all carted away one day but usually by then there isn't much left anyways.

It's also sad to think that these people spent their lives amassing this stuff to only let it rot away and in the end some one else gets the profit from it. I know if I ever reach the age I'm going to either give my stuff to people I know or sell it and spend the money on myself, most likely do the spending on myself thing. Unfortunately, for myself I don't really have all that much stuff of value.

No need to be rude, but man I get tired of people wanting to "look around" at all my junk. I have a farm, and have lots of old stuff laying around....the lookyloo's usually show up uninvited and want a tour or generally waste my time. One guy I almost had to physically remove from my place....

Funny, most never ask if it's for sale....(some is)

Then there are the scrappers.....wanting iron, or batteries or whatever. They ask if I want to get rid of "that old junk truck" ? Sure, I say, for $2500 it's all yours!....and watch the look on their face.....priceless!

We have a company here, I don't know if they're nationwide, called "Got Junk?". They will come to your location and clean out your yard, basement or attic and haul it away, I'm assuming for a fee. I can only imagine how much good "junk" they find while doing this service. I'd bet there are quite a few incidents where some old person, or a relative of a deceased person, just calls these types of establishments up and has them clean out a house, garage or yard. I would think a good percentage, maybe not a major percentage, of their income is reselling some of the "Junk".

As for the people with old cars and other items laying around their yards, with shows like American Pickers and others, there has to be a big rise in incidents of strangers wondering onto their property uninvited looking for hidden treasures. I personally might not mind it if it happens once in a while, and politely done. But if it becomes an irritant I'd post a sign stating whether or not my stuff is for sale. I'm not saying the property owner should have to do it but with the current TV shows encouraging this type of behavior I think it's become necessary.

Common courtesy should prevail. In this age of computors and phones and stuff all it takes is a guick polite call to see if you can trespass or tour someones collection. Up here were I live I would be very, very, careful if I were to trespass, there are a lot of guns up here.

Cody, I can understand your frame of mind and also the desire to share it, (good therapy) and there was someone who also had a similar post about a rude guy at a car show (can’t remember who).

I resisted my inclination to comment on the initial post but I have to share some ramblings with you from an old guy, there will always be dumb and rude people, with many more to come. This guy and the others don’t really care what you think, you might be able to change them but it I doubt it. Unfortunately the world doesn’t very often conform to our schedule.

The really only changeable variable in the equation is you, and it is all about how you handle things within yourself, if you had said to him (and the others) a heart felt “I’m sorry that you feel that way” and say in your mind, this is about my feelings of disappointment at the situation .....(you don’t have to like it, but accepting things helps)....but there will be many other opportunities to find parts or other car shows with nice people, I really is up to how you CHOOSE (a learnt thing) to react to negative crap.

Sorry, if I am out of line here. :o

I agree with the tinman it’s not because he doesn’t have a heart. There’s good reason why he lists his location as Podunk.

I live in a resort town; millions come through here to view the red rocks or stop on their way to the Grand Canyon. Countless people have stopped me in my yard to ask for directions or recommendations for restaurants. Some have asked about my plants; others have asked about my truck when it sits in the driveway. I have always been gracious.

However, many have thrown their litter out of their windows onto the street for me to pick up and dispose of. Others use my driveway for a convenient turn-around leaving black tire marks in the driveway. Over time politeness can turn to a loss of patience and in some, rudeness, due to the inconsideration of others. At some point, a man doesn’t care how he is perceived by others.

In closing, I don’t believe the “old, cynical, and cranky” member was out of line, for I am one too.:)

Tinman really does live in Podunk :-X04

I'm always surprised at guys who think because I live in MT that I'm sitting on a goldmine of old trucks. I don't know where that impression comes from cause I haven't found any fields full of them around here.

Course it might be cause a lot of old trucks are still working daily - or at least weekly...and are worn out heaps held together with baling wire and duct tape.

Ed,

You just struck a nerve with me. Kind of related to the original theme of this thread. I live out in the country on a farm at a dead end road. My house is at the end of the dead end road which is about a 1/4 long, there are no other houses on the road. There is really no reason for anyone to come down the road unless they have business with us. You wouldn't believe the interesting activity that comes down our road. Here are just a few that I've had in the last 24 years:

1. The guy found in our milk house covered in mud, high on PCB. He buried his car in the back of the farm. He was being chased by the cops.
2. Two druggies who drove through the trees, shearing off two 8" trees. They were pretty bloody but well enough to cuss at me like a sailor.
3. The drunk who rang the door bell on Thanksgiving morning at 6am, temp at -20°.
4. Drunk mother with 5 year daughter who drove her mini van a 1/4 mile down the cow lane.
5. Drunk lady who ran over my mail box at 11 pm and fought with the cops in my kitchen when they tried to arrest her for DWI.
6. My all time favorite, a mother high on drugs who, with her 5 year old daughter came through the farm around midnight on a Sunday, ran over five calve huts injuring 3 calves, one my son had to put down.

These are just a few of the incidents that happen at the end of our road, there are a lot more. People are always surprised when they come out and say we live in such quiet location and I start telling them the stories. On top of all all this we get our share of garbage thrown in our fields that we have to pull out before any field work can be done. I could make another list of the junk we've drug out of our fields.

I don't really blame some of these old coggers being leery of strangers coming to their doors. They don't know if they're there to just talk or check out what they have on their land so they can come back later in the night to rip them off.

Bob, it sounds to me like your road needs a locked gate :-roll

That's what the cops have said but I hesitate to do it for two reasons; it would cost me a couple of $200-300 to put one up, two I doubt it would help much to stop a drunk or druggie who can't see a stand of trees in the middle of the day or the lady that first ran over the calve huts going forward, plowing two calves and their huts into the side of a building and then backing up and running over two more huts in reverse before driving off. All I see is me replacing gates every two years and being sued by some moron who hires a slick lier, I mean lawyer to sue me because I placed a dangerous obstacle in his poor clients way as he we taking a pleasant drive in the country.

Heck bob you don't live in the rust belt like it said on your location MORE LIKE THE NUT BELT !!!!!! LOL LOL

Yeah Bob, I know what you mean.....we had a couple of escaped fugitives (armed) hiding out on the next farm over. We found out later they came across my field before being caught at the highway 1/2 mile away. Scary stuff...

BTW, I list my location as Podunk as a jab at my hometown, Kalispell Mt....there are much worse places, I'm sure.....

Back in the 50's when I was kid there was a local story going around like this: Some one was stealing gas in the neighbourhood...two or three places a week would get hit. No one could catch the culprit, they stood over tire tracks in the snow, analysing. They stood over boot tracks in the snow, or mud, analysing. Finally, one of the neighbours up the road says "hey, I shot the a$$ off the guy". Apparently, he got a bead on the culprit with his 12 gauge the shells loaded with Kosher Salt and shot the pants right off the guy. He did call in to the local police and report it...he said come and get this guy running down the highway with no pants on.

I have one of these flip-side rude people stories. One late night, cold and dark out, I get a knock on the door and this guy is standing on my porch, and says to me someone told him I have an old Mustang in my garage I'm not doing anything with and that I should sell it to him. I didn't know this guy from Adam and surely don't know who told him about my garage contents. I told him it wasn't for sale but he proceeds to badger me, on my property, about how he's more deserving to have my car than me, and he wants to see it, etc, etc. I was trying to be polite at first, but as he continued to harass me, I was becoming less and less hospitable. I thought for a while I was going to have to call the cops to get rid of the guy, but I finally just went in the house and shut the door. I have no use for people with attitude like that.

35 years ago, my brother used to own and drive a '66 Bronco pickup. About 25 years ago, he sold it to one of his buddies. It broke down and now sits behind the buyer's house. About that time, I asked him if he would sell it to me. "No, I'm going to fix it up and drive it" was his response. A couple of years ago, I asked him again if he would sell it. "No, after I retire, I'm going to fix it up and drive it".
He's long retired and it still sits there in the weeds.

Irony is that the people I bought my house from in Sedona moved to Kalispell!

I hope they aren't getting bugged by people like down here!;)

I went through Kalispell about 5-6 years ago while on vacation. My wife's pastor told her he was assigned there early in his career and told my wife you'd be lucky to get caught in traffic because nothing happens there. We spent over an hour stuck in traffic, they were tearing up the road going out of town and would only allow a few cars at a time go out and come in.

Not quite a "going to restore it" story but when I was a kid my dad knew a well off family and had worked on their cars since he started working on cars when he was a teen. The matriarch of the family was getting on in years and decided she didn't want to drive any more. This was in the late '60s, she was driving a '55 Cadillac and my dad said she always had the car garaged and had the car tuned up and oil changed every year even though she only drove it maybe a couple thousand miles a year, at most. When she decided to give up driving her son told my dad he could have the car free but he'd have to check with his siblings first to make sure none wanted the car. One sister-in-law wanted it. About five years later the guy called my dad and told him he could now have the car because the sister-in-law bought a new car. My dad was really excited and went to get the car. I was playing in street and saw this old beat up, rusty hulk rolling toward me, it was the Caddy. Turned out the family who got it let it sit outside and allowed the kids to use it as a piece of playground equipment. It still ran great but it was totally beat up, inside and out. Very sad to see such a grand car so beat up.

Bob,

I appreciate you sharing your stories. I find it amazing that the human brain can retain such minute details of an event that occurred long ago in our lives. You find out that people are no different regardless of where they grew up. We all have incidents and its fun to share those memorable experiences that chronicle our being, whether they are scary, humorous, poignant, or agitating. ;)

Ed,

I agree, I find it strange I can't usually remember what I had for lunch yesterday but I can remember a extremely unimportant incident that happened to me when I was 8 or 9. I can remember almost every detail of the site of my dad driving that beat up Caddy up the road toward me like it happened an hour ago. I can also remember the day my dad bought my truck. I remember after searching for weeks for the right truck going to look at this rusty old truck and thinking he wasn't going to buy that piece of junk and him opening the car door and annoucing with pride he just bought a truck. That memory too is also burned into my mind. Again, I can't remember what I did last weekend but I can remember this stuff from decades ago.

The human brain is a strange thing.

LOL... We just don't have a defrag button for our brain...

I had a slightly different thing happen to me 2 years ago. One of my 54s was parked about 100 feet off the road in its usual spot. I am use to having people stop by and look at whatever I am selling. This guy drives up my driveway, parks a little close to the 54 and gets out. I walk over from the shop next to my house and inquire what he needs. He tells me that he wants to buy the 54. I politely tell him that I just got done with its resto and that it wasn't for sale. This guy proceeds to tell me that EVERYONE has a price and offers me $6000 for the newly remodeled truck. I was stunned to say the least. Again, I politely informed him that the truck wasn't for sale nor would it be up for sale anytime soon. He stood there with a dumb look on his face for about a minute. During this time I am truly starting to wonder if this guy plays with a full deck. Suddenly he smiles, turns around, gets in his car and leaves. I went back to work....

The next day I came home from running errands in the 54 and this guy is sitting in my drive. I am not pleased at this point. I get out out of the truck and walk up to him. He has the nerve to tell me that the truck needs a bath. Needless to say it was time to get rude. It took a threat of police involvement to get this guy to leave. To this day I don't know what this guy was thinking or what he was up to. I kept everything locked up real tight for awhile though. I do enjoy when I am out on the town the truck and having people stop and ask me about it. These days I think twice before going up to someone's house uninvited. Lots of crazy people out there (besides us truck addicts that is.)

I disagree, us truck addicts are crazy too, we are just nice and polite. :)

I have a small story from a different angle. There's a house down the road from me on a somewhat major intersection with a lot of traffic. The house always has something for sale in the front yard, tires, lawn mowers. I found out the owner is a well known car guy, buying and selling hot rods for years. One weekend I see a "Rummage Sale/Car Parts for Sale" sign in the front yard next to the usual stuff along with a '33 Ford hot rod. I stop in to see what the guy has to offer and started to talk to the guy and ask about the Ford, I wasn't interested in buying, just talked to him about old cars and hot rods. He tells me he's getting tired of people asking if it's for sale, he's had a dozen people so far that morning ask about it. I thought to myself if he's getting irritated about people asking about the car maybe he should move off of his front yard and park it out of sight. I knew what he was doing and it was working, he was using it to pull people into his yard sale.

I'm certainly in a more residential area than some of you guys, but it makes me real nervous if uninvited "guests" just drop in. I go to a lot of trouble to conceal the fact I have a separate garage/workshop in my back yard. If I found someone wandering around back there, I'd be looking for my gun and a cellphone to dial 911. I don't think the principle is that different for a larger farm or country estate. If there isn't a 4 Sale sign on it, I keep on driving.

I was on a trip to see my father in western Illinois back in '07, south of Galena, heavy duty farm country. Out in the middle of nowhere I see a '51-'52 sitting next to what I'll charitably call a Modular Home. I figured what the heck, I need a break, I'll see if the guy wants to chat about old trucks. Well, I rang the doorbell, and after about 2 minutes an old bird comes to the door in his underwear (this was mid-afternoon) and says Whaddya want? He has one hand behind his back. I explained that I had a 52 and was just interested in seeing his. He says I can go ahead and look at it, but he'll be watching... I could see a rifle stock between his legs. I didn't linger too long. I can understand his concern tho, it was probably more than a mile to anything, he was old and alone. I had apparently woken him up from a nap. After that, I don't bother stopping unless I see the owner standing there.

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the owner of this old girl was quite gracious to me when I ever so politely awoke him one saturday morning around 9am. I still make the trip on occasion to drive past to check on the truck. he has another 48-52 coe, a 69 396 4spd el camino and who knows what else that have sat for the last two decades or so. none of which will he entertain selling. I'm friends w/ one of his neighbors and my friend gets pretty rowled about the deal.
Only reason I don't have these troubles is I keep mine well hidden...
JML

I know everyone who drives an older vehicle has been annoyed at some of the "offers" that folks make. I have come out of the parts house or Home Depot and find folks walking around my truck. When I ask if I can help them, they ask if it is for sale. When I tell the no, they usually say that anything has a price. I'll then tell them to make me an offer, but don't piss me off. Sort of puts most of them off, but some of them really try to insult me by offering a couple a hundred bucks for the ragged ol truck :-arrgh I know my 53 doesn't look like much, but I have a lot of money and many hours of labor involved, sometimes it takes some serious willpower to not take a swing at a few of them :-X15

Yep, and now most of the "junk" owners think all of their stuff is worth 2-3 times what it really is.

Ok, ok Joe, I agree us truck addicts CAN be crazy. LOL

I use to travel the back roads of the Carolinas and Georgia looking for fixer-uppers. After a few incidents with the "locals" (read I was a D*MN Yankee in the south), I took to leaving a postcard in their mailboxes. On the postcard it explained that I bought old cars and trucks for the purpose of restoration. It also explained that IF they sold their car to me it would be lovingly restored and respected. That may sound crazy but a LOT of people seemed to care about what happened to their car (even though most hadn't done anything with it for years). I often had people want to make sure that the vehicle wasn't just being scrapped or turned for quick a profit. Since I was often in the area for a few days it was easy for me to come back if someone was interested. I often got a phone call, bought a couple of projects and cut down potentially nasty exchanges.

One story I will never forget from my teenage years. I stopped to look at a 67 Mustang I had spotted from the road. I checked the car out as I walked up to the front door of an old farmhouse. The car was packed with junk. The windows almost completely covered up. It looked as though someone was using the car to move. I rang the door bell and a very nice older lady came to the door. I told her I was interested in the car and asked if it was for sale. She stared out at the car and looked back at me. She told me that the car belonged to her son and that she couldn't sell it without his permission. The reason I couldn't reach him was because he had left for Vietnam in 1969 and never came back. I learned that day that cars (and trucks) can be powerful symbols of people's lives. I left quietly that day.

Wow, that gives you pause to think.....

Not quite the same thing, but my truck was sitting in the driveway like so (except I kept the hood down.)
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The city came by one day and asked my wife if the truck was running. She said she didn't think so and he said "Wrong answer" they said we had to move it or be fined.
Well there is a guy 2 blocks down from that old house that had S**t in his yard (plus rabbits in a chicken wire pen) that they never complained about. I could drive around town and see bunches of worse things. Buy the way the two munchkins are now 16 and 12 and that house is still just as bad.

We moved the truck to my in-laws 1/2 mile away and out of site until we bought our current home with a garage.

Not to mention the house next door that we finally put up a fence to block their trash view. We got tired of picking up dirty diapers in our yard. That house was busted for drugs a couple of months after we moved. And yes, it's still trashed...Grrrrr

Here's my newest rude story, at least I thought it was rather rude.

Last weekend I followed up on lead on a panel truck in a garage in the inner city. I go over and make a deal and haul out a beat up panel truck and two flatheads. My son and I, along with the seller, his wife and drunken brother-in-law, spend a hot four hours pulling plywood off the front of the garage and pulling the stuff out of the dilapidated garage. In the rafters of the garage are a bunch of rusty car parts belonging to the BIN. The sellers asks if I'd mind hauling the rusty parts to his BIN's house a couple of blocks away. Seeing as they helped a lot with pulling the panel truck and engines out of the garage I happily agreed to help out. We load the junk onto my trailer and into my truck and drive over to the BIN's house. My son and I help unload the stuff into the ghetto yard with drug dealers standing on their porches staring us down. After all is unloaded and the seller has his money he says, "Now that the deal is done I want to talk to you about your bumper stickers." I am a politically conservative guy and I have a bumper stickers for the recent governor and senate race on my truck. The guy starts ripping into me about why I support these two candidates and what reasons I have for voting for them. I tried to defuse the situation a couple of times by blowing him off but he kept coming after me. Finally I just told him I wasn't going to argue politics with him and left.

I thought it was pretty rude to wait to get my money and especially to wait until after I hauled his BIN's junk to his house before opening his mouth. I think it was just plain rude no matter what. If my bumper stickers and political views offended him he should have just gotten my money and said "Good bye", that's what I would have done.