Building boats in Mexico!!
Right across the border from Rio Grande City in Camargo. I don't remember the name of the small motel in Rio Grande City I stayed at but I do remember two things about it. The room rent was 6.00 per nite, tax included, and there was a sign displayed in every room that said "DO NOT CLEAN DOVES IN SINK OR BATHTUB", referring to the white wing dove season in that area.
It was very clean and neat, although nothing fancy of course. I don't remember there being more than the one motel in town at that time although I could be mistaken. That was a very interesting time in my life with many experiences indelibly imprinted on my brain that I will NEVER forget.
Among many other experiences in my life at that time, the Rio Grande City times provided Baldy and I many interesting conversations for quite a while afterwards. I learned from that experience what other folks meant when I had heard them say "that guy better hope I never find out I have a terminal illness with only 30 days to live".
When you get to that time frame in the thread, if you want, I will contribute a few stories that might be interesting now 35 years later, especially since Baldy was the primary instigator of that adventure. Like the guy said that was drafted in the army, "I would not take anything for the experience, but I would never want to repeat it."
Hope you don't mind a temporary hi-jack......
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Master Oil Racing Team
I wanted to buy a junk motor to practice on to learn the ins and outs of Mercury's.
Your story reminded me of when I was very young my dad gave me a blown up 4 cyl Merc after he had scavenged everything usable. He gave me enough burnt pistons, bent rods, etc so I could "build" the engine. With no bearings or reed blocks I could put it together and turn the crank and everything would move. I was maybe 6 or 7. One day a friend of my dad's was over and I showed it to him and when I turned it he said it sounded like it was full of rocks. That kinda bummed me out so I asked my dad why it sounded that way and he told me it had no bearings or reed blocks. Some time later when my dad was at work I dug through his "good" stuff and got some reed blocks and bearings and stuff and tried to put my motor back together. I could no longer turn it over and Pops wasn't too pleased with my "taphammer" method of trying to get everything to fit. Good times........ :rolleyes: