Every year I tell myself to do something different don’t post a snoozer but y’all keep telling me you just love that tale of the Flathead Cruiser.
Ask Kats and Kittens and you shall receive, I do what’s asked of me, I aim to please.
Personally, I really dig this little ditty and am happy to deliver it to you likety splitty.
So here is the little tale that has been passed from hot rodder to hot rodder, try to commit it to memory it makes for great party fodder….
The Tale of Flathead Cruiser
T’was the night before Christmas and all through the shop not a creature was stirring all the work had just stopped.
The tools were all hung on the peg board with care, in hopes Santa soon would be there.
The cars were all parked safely covered in the garage, my Roadster, my Pickup and even my Hemi Dodge.
My wife in her robe and I in my Batman p.j’s had just settled down after shopping for days.
When out on the driveway there arose such a clatter, it sounded to me like pressure plate chatter.
On the driveway I flew like a flash, I tripped over the dog and landed in the trash.
When there in the driveway beneath the moon and the stars sat a Model A Coupe with chrome ladder bars.
As I walked up closer to get a better view I noticed a blown flathead and cheater slicks too.
There behind the wheel sat a driver so tuff, with tattoos, an earring and a beard so ruff.
Dressed in black leather he looked like a bruiser, I knew right away he must be the Flathead Cruiser.
He said “I pulled second, I puled third, and then I heard a big bang. Things started to smoke, things started to clang.
I spotted your garage with hope of repair.” His backseat was full of presents, but I tried not to stare.
“If you fix my Ford and make it shift right I will give you these gifts for ruining your night.”
We opened the door and pushed the Ford in, before I got underneath it he gave me a wink and a grin.
The headers were hot, the slicks were sticky, the blow-proof bell housing would make my job tricky.
I turned on my droplight and gave it a look, the big 3 inch exhaust was making me cook.
Where there to my surprise what did I see. The four tranny bolts had wiggled themselves free.
I grabbed my trusty torque wrench and started to turn, as I tightened the last one I could smell my sleeves burn.
He slid behind the wheel and them fired up the mill, as I directed him out, just listening to it idle, gave me a chill.
A big blown Flattie with two 94’s up top, chrome reverse rims and a 2 inch suspension drop.
He eased it out to the street and set the line lock. I knew this wouldn’t be quiet, probably wake the whole block.
He revved it to 6 grand and let the clutch pop, as the rubber and smoke poured from the tires I spotted a sop!
He released the line lock and let the Ford loose, this baby was ALL MOTOR with no signs of juice.
He fishtailed sideways, grabbed third with plenty of guts, with police in full chase he yelled out for all,,,,,,
“MAKE SURE YOU USE LOCKTITE SO YOU DON”T LOSE YOUR NUTS!”
Last year I included what would be tops on my list, this year’s ride when I saw it I just could not resist.
So for 2016 it’s a Divco Truck and it will be in my garage come Christmas morning with any luck.
A custom milk truck you say, well cast an eyeball and you’ll declare heck yea!
All of us at KruzinUSA wish you and yours a very Happy Holiday!
Be safe and mind your p’s and q’s we don’t want any of our peeps ringing in the New Year with a case of the blues!
Till the next time – Keep on Kruzin!