I Was Talking To Bruce Summers Today...
I was telling Bruce, that I'd known Freddy Hauenstein for 61 years....then, I said, Jimmy Hauenstein and I were friend for 53 years.... I said, "Jimmy and I threw rocks in the water before we knew what rocks were."
Jimmy and I were as close as brother, maybe closer...Jimmy loved to "WIN"... the contest didn't matter, he just liked to win, even if he acted like he didn't care...
At the Parker Enduro, when it was 9 Hours, Jimmy never raced....but what he and Olin Griswold, The Needles Playboy, would do is drink beer. Now they had a drinking buddy and that was my Old Man... The only job my dad had, and it was FAR FROM OFFICIAL was to add oil to my gas, at every pit stop....
As the OMC CREW would be adding gas, my OLD MAN would be adding oil. He never believed in the 50 to 1 stuff...So, as the OMC Crew added gas, the Old Man would add about two gallons of oil to my tank...
Well, we finished damn near every year, so, finally, someone decided that 20 to 1 was a good idea....
But I only stopped about every hour and half...So, Olin Griswold, The Needles Playboy, and Jimmy Hauenstein would tell my Old Man it was his "Turn" to buy beer.... Of course, they'd make him pay just before he added oil...then...a few minutes after he was back on shore, they'd tell him it was his "TURN" to buy beer...
At the end of the day, my dad asked, "When did you guys have a turn at buying beer?" They'd say, "we bought first.....
About the third year of this ENDURO...My Old Man said, "Them SUM BITCHES ain't never bought any beer.".... I said...Sounds like Jimmy and Grizz!!!!
Ain't Golfed in 34 Years...
As I was driving along the Needles Golf Course...and I was looking at the fence along holes 6 and 7...I remembered why they needed a fence there....Jimmy Hauenstein is gone, so he couldn't turn me in, but I'll say that someone drove their car out there once...during a boat race weekend...Do-Nuts at 2 A.M., no holes in one, but a few skid marks!!!!
I need to tell the story about Jimmy and his rockets to the moon... But I may need to make a drawing...
Seems, when Jimmy Hauenstein was in school his friends called him "FAT JIMMY". When Jimmy was in Junior HIgh, the Math teacher made a chart with Rockets to the Moon...The concept being that your ROCKET would be at the moon for OPEN HOUSE...Well, Fat Jimmy figured that every Sum Bitch in Kingsburg would be at the moon...So, he never did his homework...
At Open House, Jimmy's rocket was still on the ground, in fact, it had been on the ground for so long it fell over. Everyone else's rocket's were at the moon....But who do you think is remembered, even today, for NOT going to the MOON??? You got it, FAT JIMMY Hauenstein....
Oh, those were the days...Buy a case of beer or go to Quincy to get a piston???? Answer: We can always go to Quincy!!!
Hey, Jimmy...The next time I'm in Kingsburg, Ken Christy and I are going through your garage.....and we're going to take all your beer...!!!!