The Adventures of Aliasfinn
Posted 07-14-2022 at 04:51 PM by aliasfinn
THE JUNKYARD
When I turned 16 we had moved once again to a new neighborhood.
I got a job washing dishes and saved my money to buy my first vehicle, a 1965 GMC half-ton long bed pickup truck for $300.
It ran but needed a lot of work, especially body parts.
Every dime I got was put into that old bomb. One of our new friends in that neighborhood told us about a nearby junkyard where a lot of kids would visit late at night to get the parts they needed for their clunkers.
We decided to make Sundays at midnight our visiting hours. We would bring the following tools, Phillips/flathead screwdrivers, wire snips, basic sockets and ratchet plus the much called for vise grips.
Our new friend and his brother plus me and my brother hopped the fence in my back yard and cut through the field. We then followed the railroad tracks for about a mile and turned into some woods. A path in those woods led to a field with real high weeds. After about 50 yards we came to a hill over-looking the rear of the junkyard.
This was the older section where most of the vehicles were from the 1930s to 1960s.
We didn't use flashlights, you could see them a mile away because it was so dark back there. We used cigarette lighters to see what we needed to remove parts.
One night a helicopter with a search light flew over and we all hid in an old Greyhound bus. While we were in there we spotted a 6 foot black snake slithering from under the seats. We decided to hide somewhere else.
There was a mountain of old rotted tires 15 feet high surrounded with weeds in the corner that we climbed up on to get a better view of the front of the junkyard in case anyone was still working.
As we were leaning over the tires I felt something sharp on my arm. I flicked a cigarette lighter to see what it was and discovered hundreds of little skeletons with skulls the size of marbles on top of the tires. My brother asked if those were mice and I told him I was more concerned with what piled them up on the tires. We decided to leave after getting a few items, door handles, floor mats, and a 6-lug wheel that I needed for a spare.
We made many trips to that junkyard and got a lot of parts, fenders, hoods, windshield. Sometimes we just went there because there was nothing else to do.
One time I needed a floor shifter and couldn't get anyone to go with me so I went myself. As I was on my back underneath this old wreck I heard footsteps coming towards me. I quickly pulled my legs under so they wouldn't be seen.
I waited quietly and then I saw a pair of boots stop right next to where I was. I thought " now I'm busted." I next hear a voice, " do you have a 9/16 deepwell socket I can borrow?"
What a relief, it was just another poacher. I let him borrow it and finished getting my floor shifter. I was surprised the thief returned my tool as I climbed back from under the truck.
Some thieves are honest.
When I turned 16 we had moved once again to a new neighborhood.
I got a job washing dishes and saved my money to buy my first vehicle, a 1965 GMC half-ton long bed pickup truck for $300.
It ran but needed a lot of work, especially body parts.
Every dime I got was put into that old bomb. One of our new friends in that neighborhood told us about a nearby junkyard where a lot of kids would visit late at night to get the parts they needed for their clunkers.
We decided to make Sundays at midnight our visiting hours. We would bring the following tools, Phillips/flathead screwdrivers, wire snips, basic sockets and ratchet plus the much called for vise grips.
Our new friend and his brother plus me and my brother hopped the fence in my back yard and cut through the field. We then followed the railroad tracks for about a mile and turned into some woods. A path in those woods led to a field with real high weeds. After about 50 yards we came to a hill over-looking the rear of the junkyard.
This was the older section where most of the vehicles were from the 1930s to 1960s.
We didn't use flashlights, you could see them a mile away because it was so dark back there. We used cigarette lighters to see what we needed to remove parts.
One night a helicopter with a search light flew over and we all hid in an old Greyhound bus. While we were in there we spotted a 6 foot black snake slithering from under the seats. We decided to hide somewhere else.
There was a mountain of old rotted tires 15 feet high surrounded with weeds in the corner that we climbed up on to get a better view of the front of the junkyard in case anyone was still working.
As we were leaning over the tires I felt something sharp on my arm. I flicked a cigarette lighter to see what it was and discovered hundreds of little skeletons with skulls the size of marbles on top of the tires. My brother asked if those were mice and I told him I was more concerned with what piled them up on the tires. We decided to leave after getting a few items, door handles, floor mats, and a 6-lug wheel that I needed for a spare.
We made many trips to that junkyard and got a lot of parts, fenders, hoods, windshield. Sometimes we just went there because there was nothing else to do.
One time I needed a floor shifter and couldn't get anyone to go with me so I went myself. As I was on my back underneath this old wreck I heard footsteps coming towards me. I quickly pulled my legs under so they wouldn't be seen.
I waited quietly and then I saw a pair of boots stop right next to where I was. I thought " now I'm busted." I next hear a voice, " do you have a 9/16 deepwell socket I can borrow?"
What a relief, it was just another poacher. I let him borrow it and finished getting my floor shifter. I was surprised the thief returned my tool as I climbed back from under the truck.
Some thieves are honest.
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FINN'S REVENGE
When I was in junior high this kid hit me in the eye with a green pinecone, my eye was swollen for a week.
Even though he was in the same grade as I was he was twice the size and a couple years older than me, no telling how many times he flunked. So fighting him was out of the question.
He had these new Puma shoes that just came out that he was always cleaning off the dirt and showing them off. He thought he was the cat's meow with them.
One day I bought a Bub's Daddy sour apple gum stick, they were as big as a pretzel rod, and headed to the bowling alley to watch people bowl.
As I was sitting at the upper level chewing on that big wad of gum I noticed that kid was bowling with his team, I didn't know he was on a league.
I spotted all their shoes, including his, behind their chairs near the bowling ball rack in the back. They had just finished their 2nd game and headed to the snack bar. An idea suddenly popped into my head and I scurried down to where their shoes were.
I grabbed one of his Puma shoes and took the wad of gum out of my mouth, rolled it around in my fingers till it got sticky, and shoved it all the way up inside the shoe.
I quickly went back to the upper level and waited for them to return to bowl their last game. I decided to get a soda while I watched.
They eventually finished bowling and began changing their shoes. I kept my eye on the Puma kid as he got one shoe on and laced it. He then tried shoving his fat foot into the gum shoe but couldn't get it in all the way.
I heard him say " what the hell? "
As he pulled his foot back out to try again, his sock came off and stuck in his shoe. He then yanked his sock out which was still stuck to the gum, and his shoe was dangling on a green string of gum,like a bungee cord.
He was mad. " Who stuck gum in my shoe ? " He hollered.
I started laughing and choked on my soda. I bet he had a hard time getting all that gum out.Posted 07-16-2022 at 06:33 AM by aliasfinn
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FINN'S DUMPSTER FINDS
I was once a dumpster rat. Before stores had compacters they had very profitable dumpsters until they got tired of picking up all the trash thrown out by slobs that didn't know how to pick.
I then switched to warehouse and construction dumpsters. My picking hours were when it got dark or on Sunday mornings. I had about 20 favorite dumpsters that I would always visit and seldom came home empty handed.
One dumpster was at this place that cleaned out houses after they flooded or had a fire. One thing I found in there was a heavy box filled with sports cards. Some of the good ones were a Joe Montana rookie, Mike Schmidt rookie, Rickey Henderson rookie and a lot of others.
Another place used to throw out tools. I got quite a few from them. Old wrenches, power drills, a pair of bolt cutters from the 1890s and a band saw that was so heavy I had a Hell of a time getting it out of the dumpster.
I would hang on to anything I found that was old. I had a 1904 typewriter, electric fans from the 1930s-50s, old toys from the 1920s-1960s.
When people I knew started seeing all this stuff in my basement they wanted me to take them with me the next time I went out.
I wouldn't take them to my favorite dumpsters but they still found a lot of good stuff.
One of my friends found some old comic books from the 1930s. They were small and looked more like fat paperbacks. He sold them to some collector for $200.
Another time my nephew found a bunch of hunting equipment in a dumpster. A compound bow and about 30 broad head arrows, a box of .30 .30 ammunition, binoculars plus some other stuff.
I still have some of the stuff I found but got rid of most of it because I'm not really a hoarder and I like a lot of free space in my house.Posted 07-21-2022 at 04:26 PM by aliasfinn
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My Battle With A Bumble Bee
Whenever I go out my back door I get tormented by one of those big black bumble bees wearing a yellow vest around its back.
He is always out there, must have a nest in the vicinity. Yesterday I grabbed a can of wasp spray before I went out, but there was only a drop left in it.
As soon as he saw me he attacked. I shot what was left in the can, but missed. He retreated but knew I was out of ammo and came swooping back down at me. I swung the empty can like a baseball bat and made contact. He hit the wall hard, sounded like a rock.
He was on the ground, dazed, but before I could stomp on him he came to and flew towards me. I quickly ran into the house and watched him flying into the glass of the storm door.
He was pizzed, just kept bashing into the glass. Finally he mumbled something, probably, "I'll get you tomorrow you *******." and flew away.Posted 05-12-2023 at 09:57 PM by aliasfinn
