Brucie ran the Burlington Northern Railroad in Sheridan for many years. He was getting close to retirement and apparently the muscle cars were scarce back there. He sent me some money back in 96 and i picked up four nice restorable cars for him.
A 69 yellow Roadrunner with an HP 375 horse 440, 4-speed for 3200 bucks.
A 69 white Mustang Fastback with an S-code 390, 4-speed for 2500.
A 67 blue Mustang Fastback for 1100.
and a 64 white Impala Convertible for 2500. He brought his trailer out every few months and would take them back one at a time.
He worked in a body shop in Mandan right out of high school and was also a very good mechanic. He also went out and bought a commercial sewing machine and learned how to do his own upholstery, so he was able to restore cars for a fraction of the normal cost.
He bought a white 57 Ford Convertible in 1959 and that was his baby. Over the years, he probably owned at least 75 cars. He also bought a first year Honda Goldwing and with his Brother Gary on his BMW bike took long rides every summer. He also loved camp fires and Beer and they would spend a week camping out. On Saturday nights, he would scope out the nearest small town for a Catholic Church to find out what time Mass was, because he never missed Sunday Mass.
i picked up a 27 Pontiac 2-dr sedan that he restored back in 69. It was a 35 mph car with two-wheel brakes from the factory, so he didn't drive it much. i paid him 5k for the car, kept the body and frame and sold off the rest of the parts for 3500 bucks, so i started with a nice rust free 1500 car with a clear title. i chopped the top (front and back glass 4" and side glass 5 1/2" to get the back seat windows to roll down all the way). It's nice to have the back seat passengers put their arms out the window. i also welded in a TCI IFS and painted the car the original dark blue/black color. He wasn't too happy about the chop, but he grew to like it. It's too bad he never had a ride in it.
Gary and i were fortunate enough to visit him right before he died and took a long ride out in the country in his 57. It was a beautiful night and a couple hours later we sat around the campfire and drank some beers and reminisced about the good old days back in Mandan. He died a few days later, without touching any of the cars. Tomorrow is promised to no one, but we'll see him again....