Well guys, getting to the 60,s i could say we are all lucky considering reckless youth and old cars! i have been passenger in 2 accidents in younger days, as a 19 year old apprentice fitter and machinest, i often fueled up my 56 customline tripower car on friday after work and drive 14 hours overnite to another state, good mates and ex girlfriend! sat morning we set out to see everyone in mates Mini cooper, you know the tiny box like cars and after much drinking etc we were on way back to his house, blew a tire on a curve on major hignway, crosssed all the lanes to opposite side of the road and hit the foot high stone gutter, jumped that and went through front fence of house! supprisingly we both got out but i had gone through windscreen and had chunk of it sticking out of my forehead, my left elbow broke the vent window handle off and eventually ended up in hospital for stitches in head and elbow. Pretty tuff in those days, actually went out that nite with friends after getting released from hospital and next morning set out for home 600 miles away. Got home ok but what i,ve allways thought was funny was after leaving doctors office later next day with note for work i had to push and clutch start my car outside the doctors office all bandaged up, i cant imagine what he thought!. And the 2nd one was as passenger in Alfa Romeo sprint, again on way back to mates here and he fancied himself as race driver and took left turn into side street way too fast, slide acroos the road and as we hit the edge he knocked the door handle with his knee and was thrown out!, all i could do was hang on as the car ran straight into lampost on my side , it pushed the front wheel into the floor area at my feet, i actually got out ok! Sorry to take up so much space but thats my 2 crashes i,ll never forget. Thank you god!.

  AussieBill            YYYY    Forever Y Block     YYYY

 Down Under, Australia

When I look back I suppose I am very lucky to be alive. I drove a 56 Ford over 400,000 miles which included commuting to college 90 miles one way and dating my wife 3 years also 90 miles one way. I got tickets for up to 120 mph, hit a strong wind at speeds over 100 mph on wet pavement and slid sideways over 1/4 mile and drove home drunk from dances and only had a few minor in town fender benders when I was stone sober. I have been in the trucking business 45 years and used to drive myself quite a lot. I hit a car head on that was trying to run me off the road. The impact knocked off my steering box and in those days airlines were copper and it pinched the air supply line to the brakes. I coasted to a stop about 1/2 mile down the road. The other driver who was drunk was not so fortunate. A few years later I hit a deer with a cab over which pushed the bumper into the front wheel. I laid over a load of 8,000 gallons of gasoline and walked away from it. Some time later, I hit 3 horses while descending a hill in "Georgia overdrive" on a foggy rainy night with 75,000 lbs of grain on. The impact knocked out my head lights and somehow the truck stayed on the pavement. I had my 3 year daughter and my wife who was 5 months pregnant with me. The ironic thing is that all three of these accidents were on Friday the 13th. I visit Germany several times a year and have driven rent cars 240 which is 150 mph. My one serious injury was in my home town. I was trying to make a left turn and was waiting for a steady stream of traffic. Out of boredom, I folded my arms and propped my head on the steering wheel. A guy in a 4wd pickup admitted he was going 50 in a 30 and never saw me. The impact threw me back against the head rest and I then I bounced of and hit the steering wheel and was knocked out cold. The impact of me hitting a seat put a large bow in the back of a regular cab 2000 3/4 ton GMC. I got a ruptured disc out of that deal and it angers me every time I have to quit tinkering on my jalopies for pain.

Kenneth

Fredricksburg, Texas

When I was about 12 I was riding on a farm tractor driven by an 11 year old neighbor, Jim.  He was mowing straw and stopped because the mower got loaded up.  When he stopped, I fell forward, off the foot platform, and in front of the rear wheel.  The mower cleared, and Jim started forward again.  I felt the wheel starting to press on my back, when Jim noticed I was missing and stopped the tractor.  I was unhurt, but about 6 inches from being crushed.  I still haven't figured what God has planned for me to do, but He obviously wasn't through with me then.  I have also rolled two cars, one when I was 15 and one when I was 19.  Both were gentle rollovers in deep ditches, no injuries either time.

John - "The Hoosier Hurricane"

my friends it seems we are all very lucky

frank i just thought you were pegleg cause of the submarines

john you said the one thing that has stuck with me for 30 years what does god wish me to do my accident was actually brush with death #4 at 8 i got encephillitus at 10 i sliced open a finger & nearly bled to death i just got over that when i had a tooth pulled at the dentist & he tore a vein & i nearly bled to death again oh yeah the finger i cut 28 years later i crushed it i stiil have it it just looks funny.

moz. geelong victoria australia.

graduate 1980, bus, truck, car, hot rod, boat, submarine, hovercraft, hydrafoil, firetruck, mobile home, jet, helicopter, cruise ship, motorcycle, bicycle, santa's sleigh, clock, alloy bullbar, alloy fuel tank, lens, dr who's tardis, matter - anti matter warp drive buffer & y-block lover

Like Frank, I walk with a limp too. Motorcycle accident. It was a year and a half before I walked on my leg without crutches.

  Dennis in Lititz PA

When I was a little boy, about two or three, I was riding on the fender of a hose cart (a little tractor of sorts used to pull sprinkler hoses in the orange orchards)  my Dad was driving about a walking pace. I decided to jump off and go for a run but I tripped on the dismount and my Dad ran right over my head. He told me later in life that he thought for sure he had crushed my noggin when he felt the thump but when he looked back he said I just got up and shook it off. It wasn't till I got home and saw my bloody face in the mirror that I started crying my eyes out. This would not be the last of my head injuries, could be why I'm a little goofy though. 

   God Bless.   Tim                           http://yblockguy.com/

350ci Y-Block FED "Elwood", 301ci Y-Block Unibody LSR "Jake", 312ci Y-Block '58 F-100, 338ci Y-Block powered Model A Tudor

tim@yblockguy.com  Visalia, California    Just west of the Sequoias

Hey tim, moz and the rest of you guys , maybe you have to be a little injured or run over, run into or just rundown to like y blocks, maybe thats the answer?? The cure? and therapy? Keep on Y blocking, we might get better. best regards aussiebill.

  AussieBill            YYYY    Forever Y Block     YYYY

 Down Under, Australia

Well, I've had a few fender benders over the years but the one I had with my wife 3 years ago was one of the worst. We were on our way camping pulling a 21 ft. trailer. It was very windy that day. I pulled out to pass a 3 ton truck when the wind caught the trailer and it started weaving. First I tried to power the trailer out of it but when that didn't work, tried to brake but being as we were going downhill, was a lost cause.

It was one of those accidents that took time and all we could do was go for the ride and hoped we survived. I remember when we came onto the overpass, the truck seemed to have corrected itself. This false feeling of course was because the trailer was completely sideways at this point. When it came back around again, it basically took the truck and threw it into the guard rail of the overpass and all I thought was we were going to go over, and into the drink with the trailer coming on top of us. We slid across the entire overpass and in the process, my Wife's side got T-boned by the 3 ton truck. We came to a stop, got out and were thankful to be alive. Wy wife suffered 3 broked ribs. All I had was a sore neck and a bruised shoulder. Our Dog seemed fine, He was between us on the seat and ended up on the floor under the dash.

 I realised later that if we crashed any place other than that guardrail, we would have hit the ditch and rolled, no doubt being killed. I'm so glad that a higher source is in total control of our lives and only He can decide when our time is up.

61 F100 292.







51 Ford Custom

By the way, those anti sway bars for trailers really do work to stop that sway! I always had one on my camper and will have on my car trailer.

As far as accidents, which one? I've had a few dents and scrapes along the years. I guess the worst one was when I was in High School. I had a 45 Dodge 1/2 ton pickup. One afternoon on the way home from school with two friends in the cab a car came over the hill in front of me on the wrong side of the road. I kept waiting for him to move over but it wasn't happening. At the last minute I swerved to the left but he cut back to his lane at the same time. We "met" in the middle of the road. General speed was about 40mph (each) so total impact was pretty hard. A witness said that one of the boards from my bed bowed and snapped out. She said it went above the phone poll on the side of the road. The passenger in the center was a contestant in the Ms Kansas City contest that year. Somehow I put my arm out in front of her to catch her (I guess). Ended up with my arm being driven into the windshield and her teeth marks on the other side. She only had a broken jaw but bad enough she couldn't compete that year. My friend on the passenger side tried to jump out and  the cab door slammed shut catching his head in the upper frame. He had some fairly major head injuries and a broken leg and arm. When I saw him in the hospital his head looked like a black and blue basketball! As for me, the dice (yup a custom truck ) on the floor shift went into my right leg behind the muscle and tore back out. I also have a unusual gait to my walk from that! My right arm was cut from the teeth and the glass. When we got to the hospital they wrapped the gash in my leg treated me for shock and prepared to move me out of emergency. They told me to stand up but when I did my left leg refused to touch the floor! This was really odd, no sensation, no pain but I couldn't force it down. Back on the table, cut up the other pants leg (on my new pants). They found a small 1" cut at my kneecap. You could see the bone through it but no blood flow. Off to Xrays to find my kneecap was now plural! Broken in 12 pieces they said. Boy did that take a long time to heal. We all recovered (I think) Ms KC only spoke to me in court when they sued me for "damaging her facial beauty" She had no visible scars or damage so the judge laughed (hid his face behind a folder) her off. Of course I did have to pay everyone's medical bills.

The other driver, a friend of mine from school that had skipped that day with his girlfriend! I suspect heavy petting was the accidents cause. I had State Farm insurance, when preparing for court they told me don't worry about anything they had it covered. Went to court and my lawyer, when asked, says "I have nothing to add"! Turns out my friends dad was a State Farm agent so they sold me down the river!

Epitath, My entire family of midwestern farmers canceled their State Farm policies and none of us has ever used them again to this day! I'm sure that hurt them. Thanks for listening, and stay safe, were getting too old for this stuff! Chuck in NH

Y's guys rule!
Looking for McCullouch VS57 brackets and parts. Also looking for 28 Chrysler series 72 parts. And early Hemi parts.

MoonShadow, 292 w/McCulloch, 28 Chrysler Roadster, 354 Hemi)
Manchester, New Hampshire

No major accidents to talk about, but I did crunch my first Y-Block ride in 1960.  My dad bought a new 1955 F100 239 3-speed (twin to Dennis Leaking) and let me drive it to school.  One day my brother and I were in a hurry to get home in very dense fog and came upon a neighbor heading home as well.  He was doing a sensible 15 mph and I was doing an unsensible 50.  I did manage to get the front half around him but the right rear fender and axel found a new home on his rear bumper. 

Just a couple of weeks ago my wife and I were coming home from a car show towing the race truck with our F250.  It was dark and without warning we were both startled by a horse in the middle of the road.  He was standing on the white line and looking at us with the "deer in the headlights" look.  We couldn't have missed him by more than a few inches.  If he had made a move, I probably wouldn't be writing this and I probably would have demolished my second Y-Block powered pickup.

Charlie Burns Laton, Ca (South of Fresno)



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