THE JEEP, NEVADA, aND THE Red-HAIRED GIANTS

My dad) was always reading pulp western and science fiction magazines and in the method got here throughout a story that stated located way out in the middle of the desert wasteland near Lovelock, Nevada, there existed an ancient cave that had at onetime within it's cavern depths the skeletal remains of large humans, crimson haired people of a huge dimension, eight or ten foot tall or extra. He said the girls would have been twice as tall as my mother at 4 foot 11 inches who additionally had red hair. My buddy and that i, the near to graduating and deeply educated super-vivid intellectual powerhouses that we had been, after hearing the story, like somebody pushed to see the world's largest ball of yarn, determined we couldn't live quietly the remainder of our lives if we didn't go see the caves and its contents ourselves. So, with no actual clue as to what we have been doing, off we went, using the camper for consolation and the jeep to traverse the wasteland to search out crimson haired skeletons twice the peak of my pink haired mom." Paragraph 5. below

"In February, 1931, a Lovelock resident knowledgeable Reid of a big skeleton and Lovelock Cave. (The skeleton) was excavated with great care and all of the bones were recovered. Before eradicating it, Reid measured it in situ and it proved to be '7 toes 7 or 6 inches in peak. The difference of 1 inch is due to the matter of being unable to find out if the toes, lying upward, had been bent or were erect.' It had been buried in a shroud and coated with a dark substance, perhaps charcoal, which had been blended with 'some balsam or oil.' Lying supine, the physique lay with its head to the west, with the ft pointing North 77 East (MS June 1, 1931)." The Case for the Redheaded Giants (web page 166)

A number of years out of highschool a buddy and i went on an all summer lengthy excursion through Mexico. We purchased a used 1951 panel truck that was in pretty good condition and mounted it up inside like a camper with bunks, a portable bathroom, and a pleasant little cooking space. We ended up seeing the pyramids in Mexico City, the good Pyramid of Cholula, Palenque, and a whole bunch of Maya ruins within the Yucatan including Chichen Itza and the it ought to be well-known but unheard of and seldom visited Maya ruins of Oxkintok. We stopped every time we wanted and stayed so long as we wanted. Compared to most of the people within the countryside we got here across, as well as the locals in the towns we went through, we had all the money we needed to spend on anything we wished together with gasoline, food, lodging, girls, and beer. Days was weeks, weeks into months. Eventually we made a decision to return house. We headed north alongside the coast of the Gulf of Mexico through Vera Cruz then westward inland towards central Mexico turning north alongside the spine of the Sierra Madres crossing into the U.S. on the Nogales gate. By then the summer was all but gone. Several years earlier than, around the same time my highschool days were getting numbered, that is, on a count right down to being just about over, but well before my buddy and i decided to go on our highway journey to Mexico together as attested to above, the 2 of us began laying down the roots of our friendship. As a precursor to that Mexico journey, one day we borrowed his father's choose-up truck that had a camper on the back known as a Telescopic Tuk-A-Way. What a Tuk-A-Way was, was a completely equipped camper with a stove, sink, table, lights, bunks, and fridge. It was built in such a way that the peak could possibly be adjusted up or down through the use of a crank. When driving the highest might be stored in the decrease place, the same peak at the truck cab. When parked the camper might be cranked up creating all kinds of comfortable interior residing area and head room.[1] After borrowing the camper we stocked up on every imaginal piece of pre-quickie mart junk food that we may find, then drove up to the high desert ranch owned by my Stepmother to borrow the ranch jeep. Originally my buddy and that i have been hoping huge-time to snag-off my stepmother's early model 1940s 4 wheel drive Ford picket station wagon she purchased model new again in the 40s from the factory to use for our whole journey, begin to finish. It had been in storage for years and i had been bragging about it over-and-over to my buddy, not less than since I bought and began restoring my very own woodie between the 10th and 11th grade. I told him the last time I noticed my stepmother's wagon it was simply sitting around in a garage some place gathering mud. Due to that mud it was washed and waxed from time to time, otherwise, it went unused and unmoved. However, when push came to shove, I used to be advised someplace alongside the way in which the woodie had simply just up and disappeared and unusual in my stepmother's actions towards me, mum about the entire thing. That was an actual loss, and for me, with my stepmom's silence and the woodie gone, it hit both ways.[2]

(please click on picture) After arriving at the ranch and my buddy and that i taking part in a number of of the two dozen or more slot machines with little or no luck that my stepmother had stashed away in a secret hidden room related to the bar and dance hall, having lunch, and speaking with among the Hostesses whereas taking in lots of cleavage, additionally with little or no luck, we eliminated the front driveshaft from the jeep for simpler towing per the ranch foreman's suggestion and hooked the jeep to the again of the truck. Then, with out staying overnight or availing ourselves with any or the entire ranch amenities provided by my stepmother, and as much as my buddy would have appreciated to have performed otherwise, i.e., hostess availing, we took off, I think with my buddy sporting a bump in his pants for the primary hundred miles of our drive northbound upwards by the state of California along the east aspect of the Sierras. Our vacation spot? Lovelock, Nevada, about eighty or 90 miles east of Carson City. Why Lovelock? Because of one thing I overheard from my dad in the future. He was at all times studying pulp western and science fiction magazines and in the process got here across a story that said situated approach out in the course of the desert wasteland near Lovelock, Nevada, there existed an ancient cave that had at onetime within it's cavern depths the skeletal stays of large people, purple haired humans of an enormous dimension, eight or ten foot tall or extra. He said the women would have been twice as tall as my mother at 4 foot eleven inches who additionally had purple hair. My buddy and i, the close to to graduating and deeply educated super-vibrant mental powerhouses that we had been, after listening to the story, like someone pushed to see the world's largest ball of yarn, decided we could not stay quietly the rest of our lives if we didn't go see the caves and its contents ourselves. So, with no real clue as to what we have been doing, off we went, using the camper for comfort and the jeep to traverse the wasteland to seek out purple haired skeletons twice the height of my pink haired mom.[3]

And what a visit it was. Still in high school, no adult supervision, and underage we went to Reno, Virginia City, and Lake Tahoe, all cities or towns stuffed with casinos, bars, and strip clubs. We even went to an illegal brothel just outside Carson City, the state capitol of Nevada by the way in which, illegal or not, with of course, no luck (they kicked us out) --- a brothel that turned out to be the forerunner to the infamous Moonlite BunnyRanch. The very next morning in Carson City, at a Denny's type place only native, having breakfast, a tall, exceptionally good trying and statuesque lady with possibly eight years on us, making her roughly 25 or 26, and exquisitely dressed as though from the night before, stepped up to our sales space. All of the while, with out breaking eye contact taking a look at me, she gracefully waved her hand as if requesting to take a seat down saying, "May I?" Nodding in approval with no reason not to, she sat down instantly throughout the desk from me pushing my buddy away from his eggs and bacon with the aspect of her more than shapely hips while selecting up a slice of his toast, taking a chew and saying she had seen us the evening earlier than after we got here into the institution. Making it clear she was sure she acknowledged me and that we had mutual acquaintances, she was questioning why I used to be in Carson City. Apparently at one time she had been loosely associated with Brenda Allen in addition to Pancho Barnes and her "Happy Bottom Riding Club," and by means of that affiliation, knew my mom (that means my stepmother). She principally wished to know if my "mother" was contemplating a move into northern Nevada, and in that case when and why. All this time my buddy is sitting there with his mouth hanging open not figuring out what was happening. I advised the lady why we had been there, to exit to the cave of the crimson haired giants. This time her jaw fell open, then she began to snicker, and chortle and chortle, reaching the point her eyes began streaming tears down her cheeks. She waved a man dressed in a swimsuit over to our table who had been standing off to the side throughout the room by a slot machine for sometime and told him what I told her. She acquired up, mentioned thanks for the toast, and the two of them left. My buddy needed to know what the hell was going on. I shrugged my shoulders like I used to be in the dark simply as a lot as he was. Once we went outside the identical girl who had been within the restaurant was sitting within the passenger seat of the highest down jeep as nonchalantly as any girl could with a ravishing set of long naked legs totally exposed as far up as as her dress would allow. She apologized for what had gone on inside, that she was sorry, and caught in that she all the time thought extremely of my mother. She mentioned to make up for it, due to what she did to earn a living, she made all kinds of contacts and by these contacts knew individuals who had entry to get us near seeing things linked to the cave that most people would by no means have access to --- even if she needed to work to do it. I do not know anything about her having to work to do it, nor was I was sure if she was talking about herself, the cave, or each, however getting my buddy and that i access to see issues others would never have a chance too is precisely what we wanted. She told us to attend within the truck, to make ourselves at residence, and that she could be again as soon as she may. Sometime later she returned. She instructed us to take the jeep with a full tank of gas and the front drive shaft put in and go to some honky-tonk dump of a bar out on 50 that evening and wait. Which we did. Around ten o'clock she came in with some unshaven outdated fat man looking all the identical as an historical about-to-die-any-second Orson Welles and some buff wanting older than us however nonetheless young dude that resembled an out of labor upscale resort cabana boy. If I had to explain the lady, in a complete change of persona from that morning, and although I couldn't have described her as such in these days, now nonetheless, within the more contemporary terms of as we speak, remembering I was solely seventeen or eighteen at the time, I would have to say she was an actual duplicate of, and in a foretelling of occasions to return, Lara Croft, Tomb Raider.

THE BROTHEL LADY, Looking ALL The identical AS LARA CROFT, TOMB RAIDER The Orson Welles guy wished two-hundred bucks up entrance without disclosing what any of it was for other than how it associated, in line with him, to the Lovelock Caves and what was found in it. The girl said he'd get his money after the outcomes. Me and my buddy by no means heard anything about any two-hundred bucks previous to sitting down within the bar. She kicked me below the table making it recognized for me not to worry. After everybody was in agreement as to our roles and the money, of which none exchanged fingers, we finished our beers and all went outdoors to the jeep with the cabana boy stepping into the driver's seat (information to me), Orson Welles on the shotgun aspect, with me squeezing as greatest I may within the again, the lady getting on a dirt bike and my buddy opting out, saying he would get again to Carson City as best he might. Then, leaving my buddy, we took off, all holding on for dear life as the cabana boy raced off throughout the open desert sans roads in the pitch black night with the dirt bike howling parallel to the side of the jeep's every transfer. After crossing what appeared like loads of the desert to me over some fairly tough terrain we began working our means up the facet of a mountain ending up outdoors of what appeared at midnight to me like a miner's shack, a miner's shack that really appeared to have a fairly good entry highway that the cabana boy by some means seemed to overlook or ignore on our way up. After we got out the cabana boy left the keys within the ignition and with no person wanting as I received out I took the keys and slipped them into my pocket, finally pushing them down into the top of my boot. We went inside, a few lanterns were lit and the 2 males, having some semblance of mild began lifting up boards from the flooring exposing a fairly massive darkish hole. The older man, the Orson Welles kind, dropped one of the lanterns down into the hole tied to a rope, then he himself, in surprisingly agile method, turned and climbed down a somewhat rickety ladder into the outlet. The outlet was about ten feet square and about ten ft deep with the sides paralleling the the sides and front and back of the shack. One aspect of the outlet had what appeared to be an extension or tunnel dug under and away from the home. Once the man was at the underside he motioned me to affix him. Soon all 4 of us have been in the hole. Untying the lantern, following the man's lead we headed into the cave that appeared all the identical to me as being a onetime tunnel for a mine, with the classical four-by-4 rough-hewn beams every so usually constructed up the walls and across the top of the tunnel seemingly put into place to brace or shore up the place. Some distance into the tunnel and all the whereas having walked down an angling slope that even damage the front of my legs because of my toes being bent at such a down angle while strolling, we came across and entered a big pure and for positive not man made cavern. One portion of the cavern space was outfitted with old wooden furnishings pieces prefer it presumably had been a laboratory or a workshop at onetime, with tables much like work benches and other items of picket furniture with drawers and cabinet doorways. How they received in the cavern or why they have been there was by no means made clear. The two men went right into a darkened offshoot of the cavern, of which there have been a number of, and returned carrying an extended heavy wood planked field about five toes lengthy with rope handles at both ends. They set it up on one of the work benches and undid a lock, however before lifting open the lid the Orson Welles man turned to the girl and stated, "2 hundred bucks, proper?" She responded with a yes answer and with that he opened the lid shifting the sunshine of the lantern over the contents. Inside the field, with no apparent tie downs, was an unevenly positioned row of four human skulls, or a minimum of what regarded like human skulls, all facing ahead as I checked out it. The skull on the far left of the row as I confronted the field was an virtually pure white albeit barely yellowed skull, one which appeared to me to be for all sensible functions, a standard human skull. The other three skulls, though of varying sizes relative to each other in increasing steps, albeit marginally so, had been large, with one, the second from the appropriate as I confronted the box really large. After all, at the time I used to be only an eighteen year old boy yet to graduate from high school with no formal schooling into human skeletal remains nor experience being around any, but to me the skulls appeared undoctored and real. For years, hanging on one of the partitions of the ranch home was a longhorn skull in addition to scattered around on shelves a lot of skulls from a wide range of animals including a prairie dog, a cougar or a mountain lion, and even a skull of a rattlesnake with it is jaw huge open. As a younger pre-teen boy I used to take a look at them, choose them up and handle them all the time, or not less than on a regular basis, especially so my all time favourite, a museum high quality totally assembled and mounted fox bat skeleton my stepmother bought just for me as a comparison to the flying machine of Leonardo Da Vinci. In any case I wasn't completely unfamiliar with skulls per se.' But, if they were actually genuine or not, to this day I couldn't really guarantee it, though in my gut I nonetheless really feel that they have been. While standing there innocently gazing down at the skulls the following thing I knew the woman extinguished the lantern throwing the cave into total and utter darkness. Almost precisely as the light went out I heard what I presumed was the lantern crashing to the flooring making certain it could not be relit. Within seconds of that crash I could see the dim mild of a small flashlight, probably a pen-gentle, almost certainly being held by the girl, moving rapidly by means of and up the tunnel. As quickly as I saw the sunshine I was proper behind her. With the light of the lantern within the room above the outlet casting some gentle I may see her scurrying up the ladder and before she had a chance to pull it up I used to be on it climbing to the floor of the room. No sooner than I had than she pulled the ladder up, blew out the lantern, ran by the door to the outside and her dirt bike. The thing is, just as I had eliminated the keys to the jeep somebody had taken the keys to the bike or rendered it inoperative. Suddenly she stopped and simply stood there taking a look at me for a couple of seconds then ran towards the jeep. No keys there either. Once i confirmed her I had the keys she became my best buddy. It appears at midnight, and her plan all alongside, she swiped one of the skulls anticipating to use the dirt bike as her get away. Now she wanted me as a result of as we each figured the 2 males would be out of the hole and bursting by means of the cabin door any second. Right or mistaken, pondering the men would put me collectively with her as an accomplice, just like the lady, I believed I ought to greatest get out of there as quick as doable as effectively. We both obtained in the jeep and with me driving we headed down the mountain as fast as we might. Off to the east the sun was simply breaking the horizon casting a subdued twilight all over the desert permitting me to see just enough to drive at a fairly good speed. It also gave the males the identical advantage, however as far as I knew the only mode of transportation again on the shack was the dirt bike. No sooner had I believed that than the bike was cutting throughout the desert proper towards us. Within minutes the bike with cabana boy driving was almost on high of us.

I knew I would haven't any chance against the dirt bike reducing across the raw desert. I did nevertheless, figure the jeep should have a higher high velocity on the graded road, so I determined to stick with the highway and make as much mud and dirt trailing off behind me as I may. When i noticed the headlight of the dirt bike in the mud proper behind us I hit the brakes as exhausting as I could and the following factor I knew the bike was sliding along side the stopped jeep, motor nonetheless running and no rider. I shut off the jeep, took the keys as a precaution, and went in search of cabana boy. No sooner had I found him within the scrub brush than the lady was on the bike and gone. After seeing he was nonetheless alive I ran again to the jeep thinking I ought to get out of there as quick as I might once i all of a sudden a shot rang out. I stopped in my tracks and the cabana boy was immediately on me with a pistol in my back telling me to lay in the dirt, which I did. Soon as I laid down and he was in entrance of me together with his again towards me heading to the jeep I rapidly buried the keys in the bushes off to the side. When he got to the jeep and discovered the keys had been gone he was back in a second with the gun in my face. I instructed him if the keys were gone that the girl should have taken them. With that he kicked dirt and rocks in my face making contact together with his boot towards the facet of my head as I turned away as greatest I could. THE CAVE ENTRANCE. Click Image To increase Size ---

Sometime later, after being out, I groggily came to, sitting up with the blazing sizzling sun burning down on me, all my clothes gone, dried blood matted in my hair on the aspect of my head, and no signal of cabana boy wherever in sight. After a fast search there was no sign of my clothes either. I figured he should have gone by means of each stitch of them searching for the keys, however why he did not simply discard them somewhere shut by I don't have any clue. Bloodied head or not I was glad he did not just up and shoot me, or worse but as I viewed it, in that I was still alive, discover me amorously engaging in my unconscious and nude state. I dug round for the keys, began the jeep and headed within the path I assumed the primary road should be, sitting all the whereas on an excellent hot sun heated drivers seat with my bare butt. The night time my buddy and that i went into the bar we threw our wallets into one of the 2 instrument bins in the jeep that were constructed-in in the back just above the rear wheels. Once i appeared inside my wallet was still there, my buddy apparently having retrieved his that night. Also in the software field was some change I threw in there at the identical time. Driving back I was capable of locate a comparatively discrete payphone I could use contemplating my complete lack of attire. In that the camper didn't have a shower it just so occurred we rented a motel room in Carson City for the night time. After i referred to as the motel, my buddy, because I hadn't returned, had taken it upon himself to rent the room for an additional night. When i told him my predicament he got here out with the camper and my clothes. With that, whether we had a paid for room for another evening or not we each figured we best get out of there. We picked up what was left on the motel, hooked the jeep up to the truck and headed again down 395 as fast as we might. When i caught up with my dad I advised him what my buddy and that i had executed, crimson-haired giants and all, he did not know what I was speaking about. He couldn't remember any story regarding pink-haired giants or ever telling me about it. Later he went back by means of an entire pile of books and magazines he had learn recently and when he noticed me again he advised me he couldn't discover any reference to pink-haired giants in any of them. EPILOGUE There is a page I've online titled Washoe Zepher that finds me in Virginia City about ten years after the above events. The final line within the final paragraph of Washoe Zepher reads, "I walked again to the van, the instructor drove home the next day, and that i opted to remain." That ten years later in Virginia City ended up after having been on a road trip over some time frame with an interior metropolis elementary college instructor I knew who owned a almost new Volkswagen Westfalia Camper. Two of her favorite authors were Mark Twain and Louis L'Amour. Both authors had spent a variety of time in and around Virginia City writing about the overall space and the Comstock Lode. Twain himself had even written extensively on the Washoe Zephyr. When she overheard I used to be headed that approach she bargained the use of us sharing her Volkswagen camper, among other issues, for the opportunity of the 2 of us traveling together. When the time immediately got here up that she had to hotfoot it as fast as she may again home down Highway 395 to Los Angeles and her job, we have been in Virginia City. Once i say I opted to stay, to ensure that her to select up 395 from Virginia City she had to go to Carson City, and when she did I really went as far as Carson City together with her, maybe 15 miles down the road from Virginia City. In a spherical about manner I knew a number of individuals who labored in the small group of Mound House, about half way between Carson City and Virginia City, and by them capable of finagle using a jeep. I felt I needed a jeep, or not less than a 4 wheel drive vehicle as a result of I supposed to, after the teacher left, if I could, search down and discover the the miner's shack that figured so prominently within the above story. It had been ten years or more since those occasions occurred, and even then an excessive amount of it was performed either at the hours of darkness, kicked unconscious, or bare. After a couple of days of both searching around and asking round or both, of which no person remembered anything about any miner's shack anywhere around any area I was talking about, I used to be finally in a position to discover a street that I thought ought to lead me up to the place it was. However, irrespective of how much I searched from the jeep there was no shack. After i literally reached the end of the highway the place I was sure the shack should have been and wasn't, I began an ever widening ground search. Eventually I came throughout what appeared to be a onetime somewhat massive man-made hole that contained a variety of burnt, charred, and weathered wooden along with different remains that taken collectively simply may very well be what was left of a onetime shack. Working my way by the debris I was capable of peer down into the outlet. The thing is, when I was there ten years earlier than, the hole was at least ten feet deep, possibly twelve. Now though, the one I was wanting into was at essentially the most eight feet deep and possibly less. So too, nowhere was there any sign of a tunnel leading away from the hole in any path. Ensuring I might get again out I dropped down into the hole simply to ensure I wasn't missing something. After i turned round to climb back out I used to be looking into the barrel of a 12 gauge pistol-grip pump shotgun, a 12 gauge pistol-grip pump shotgun being held by a lady. When she asked what I used to be doing I answered, "Reliving my childhood and hoping to proceed into my manhood." Before I might say something she mentioned she knew the jeep I had been driving and it wasn't mine. Giving her the name of the owner and that it was loaned to me to do exactly what I was doing, she seemed to renege, a minimum of sufficient that she pointed the shotgun away from my face and let me out of the opening. We walked to her car where she had a cooler and some cold beers. Sitting in the shade we shared tales. Because it turned out, based on the lady, who was pretty much a girl in that she was so younger, the Lara Croft wanting lady who absconded with the skull that night was her aunt. In line with what she informed me, a number of days after the stolen skull occasion, of which nobody ever knew it was a stolen skull occasion, someone found her motorcycle off the road close to Topaz Lake, thirty or so miles south of Carson City. There was no signal of her nor has she ever proven up. She mentioned when she heard I was in city, "ex-bare boy," she followed me to see what I was up to figuring I was linked one way or the other with the disappearance of her aunt. She stated nobody at the brothel was speaking and the registration at the motel in Carson City led nowhere. She additionally stated that my description of the Orson Welles man and the cabana boy didn't sound like anybody she could remember seeing around Lovelock or Carson City. Part way into the conversation she folded back the carpet within the trunk of her automotive pulling out and unwrapping a nicely preserved plastic-bag wrapped 9X12 manila envelope hidden means in the back. Contained in the envelope had been five black-and-white 8X10 glossy photographs. Two of the photos were a front and back view of a human skull with a ruler indicating the skull was of a really giant measurement. With the ruler was a U.S. quarter. Of the remaining three photographs one depicted a left facet of a skull and one a proper facet of what appeared to be the identical skull, once more with a ruler together with a quarter indicating a skull of a very large measurement. There was no way of knowing if the ruler or the quarter shown in any of the images or the pictures themselves had been doctored. The fifth picture was of a lady trying all the identical as I remember the Lara Croft girl. She was holding a skull, and relative to her was simply seen to be a skull of an extremely massive measurement. Closer examination of the picture appeared to not only present the numbers on the ruler have been backward, but additionally slightly off kilter from perfectly straight on, indicating the opportunity of it having been self-taken in a large mirror, that's, taken and not using a second dwell individual photographer. Nothing else within the images had been a give away as to when or the place they were taken. Once i requested her the way it was she came into possession of the photographs she informed me that about five years earlier than in the food court on the airport in San Francisco or Oakland she was waiting to catch a flight to Reno when a cleansing or maintenance girl holding a broom and dustpan pushing a cart filled with cleansing materials, rags, and squirt bottles, bent over trying as if she picked up a small envelope from the flooring proper subsequent to where she was sitting. The cleansing lady handed her the envelope saying she thought she had dropped it. She hadn't, however earlier than she could hand it back the cleaning lady was gone leaving her cart. Oddly sufficient, though she had by no means seen the envelope earlier than, it had her title typed in caps on the front and the back was sealed closed. The only factor inside was a completely developed brief part of a black and white 5 frame film strip lower from a 35 mm roll. Using the amenities of a images lab at the University of Nevada, Reno that a pal had entry to, she printed and developed the images herself. She stated earlier than she caught her flight she requested meals court in cost people in regards to the cart left at her table. The cleansing woman it was assigned to --- and not the lady who handed her the envelope --- said she had been looking for the cart because one way or the other someone removed it from her station. The shotgun wielding woman then advised me she had no concept where her aunt was or if she was still alive or not. Nor did she know the place the skull was, although the last part, not figuring out the place the skull was, for me one way or the other, coming from the lady, did not seem to ring fairly true. I had the funniest feeling that the same means she pulled the envelope with the pictures out of the trunk of her car, she could just as easily pulled the skull out of the trunk as properly. THE CASE FOR THE REDHEADED GIANTS

(please click on picture) THE BOY AND HIS JEEP: ADVENTURES Within the DESERT

GERMAN SUBMARINE Attack ON HOOVER DAM

OF COBRAS, SCARABS, MASERATIS, AND ZEN

EL REY Club: RESORT, Casino, BROTHEL

WORLD War II Comes to REDONDO

RIDING THE CAB FORWARDS

THE FLYING TIGERS THE BOY In the MAN REMEMBERS THE LEGEND PHYLLIS DAVIS

THE JEEP, SIDDHIS, AND THE SUPERNATURAL(please click image) ROY ROGERS, DALE EVANS, PAT BRADY, NELLYBELLE

COWBOY CODE OF THE WEST(please click on image) ABANDONED JEEP AT MAYA TEMPLE SITE, GUATEMALA

-------- Lost SHIP OF THE DESERT

Footnote [1] TELESCOPIC TUK-A-Way

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Footnote [2] MARMON-HERRINGTON 4X4 Factory Built FORD Wood STATION WAGON

Before The beginning OF WORLD War TWO MY STEPMOTHER Bought A Brand NEW Four WHEEL DRIVE FORD WOODIE FROM THE Factory Just Just like the ONE ABOVE The exact same day I met my soon-to-be stepmother for the very first time I was exploring around the home and grounds of her place once i came throughout a combination garage-workshop large sufficient to carry 4 or 5 automobiles, though at the time there were only two cars parked inside. One was a model new late model Cadillac Fleetwood. The other automotive was an early mannequin 1940s wooden Ford station wagon, albeit like no station wagon I had ever seen. My stepmother's driver told me she ordered the woodie particularly from the Ford Motor Company as a result of she appreciated going back and forth to Alaska and the Northwest Territory in Canada after she had, at onetime, developed a crush on a Sergeant Preston of the Yukon mountie kind. She received a hair up her ass at some point (his phrases, not mine) considering it could be great to drive all the way in which up there. Being told she would probably need a 4 wheel drive automobile she asked round and discovered Ford had some kind of a four wheel drive conversion deal with an outfit called Marmon Harrington. You ordered your woodie from the Ford manufacturing unit and they might ship it down to the Marmon-Herrington plant in Indianapolis, where the entire conversion work was finished. So that's what she did: "The automobile was stripped of its body, drivetrain, and in the case of a mild-obligation vehicle, the transverse front leaf spring, wishbone and front axle. Crossmembers have been added to the body to support the added weight of the four-wheel-drive switch case as properly as the installation of a beefy Warner 4-velocity transmission with an 11-inch clutch. The front drive axle was roughly a modified Ford rear axle with the ring-and-pinion housing offset to line up with the output shaft from the switch case and constant velocity joints added on the axle ends to allow the wheels to steer. When the work was finished, the buyer would pay a steep premium for his new rough-terrain functionality because the Marmon-Herrington conversion almost doubled the worth of a Ford wagon." THE STEPMOTHER 1940 Marmon-Herrington 4x4 Ford Woodie 1940 Ford Marmon-Herrington Standard Station Wagon SOTHEBYS: Ford Marmon-Herrington Standard Station Wagon

The driver mentioned once the automotive was delivered and she came into take a look at it she mentioned the car was too stunning to drive all over a bunch of rocks and mountains and adjusted her thoughts. For the most half the automobile just sat and much as he knew she had never driven it or rode in it. He did agree together with her assessment that the automobile was lovely. I open up the door and sat in it on the drivers facet and after that I all the time knew I would have to have my very own woodie. What occurred to her 4X4 woodie I have by no means been capable of make clear. Years later I was told it was found to be just plain gone.

THE WANDERLING'S '41 FORD Super DELUXE Wood STATION WAGON ZEN AND THE Art OF WOODIE WAGONS

Right OUT OF Highschool, MY FIRST Sports Car, A 1952 MG TD(please click on picture) OF COBRAS, SCARABS, MASERATIS, AND ZEN

Footnote [3] Within the years before highschool, not not like any variety of young boys growing up, I held an inordinate amount of comedian guide heroes and super heroes in high regard. There was, nonetheless, a comedian e book hero I held right up there with my favorites that fell into the heroine bracket. Her character centered round a woman who, in accordance with the storyline, had been discovered near death and saved by Native Americans. She was then adopted into the Dakota Tribe who gave her the name Firehair due to her red hair.

In a number of places, usually in relation to Firehair, I write that both my mom and her sister had beautiful long pink hair. In that they were so shut collectively age-clever and seemed so much alike nearly everybody mistook them for twins. Although I do not remember a lot about my mom I remember my aunt very well, and because of their look alikeness I at all times felt I had a good suggestion of what my mother seemed like. Along with Firehair, as a young boy I always held a certain affinity towards her character as a result of I appreciated to believe that my mother, together with her pink hair and all, would have been like her, maybe even, since I never went to her funeral, discovered by Indians and saved. I've repeated the identical or similar like statements in plenty of places scattered throughout the online, virtually at all times related back to Firehair in some style. For individuals who may be so interested, beneath are 5 of probably the most notable examples: BILLY The child BLUE BOLT: HIS ORIGINS MY Merchant MARINE Friend CARLOS CASTANEDA: Before DON JUAN THE BOY AND HIS JEEP: ADVENTURES In the DESERT

There was one other red haired female comedian ebook character other than Firehair that showed up in my life that I liked a complete heck of a lot as effectively. She just by no means acquired the "display time" like Firehair as a result of not like Firehair I did not relate her to my mother, which in turn brought in all the Oedipus Complex feedback, followed then by a superfluous must reply. Nor was I studying about her at anytime that the girl of the couple I used to be fostered to threw a match inflicting me to run away. None of these things. Her tales have been printed in the comic ebook Wings monthly and i merely read them and moved along --- except for one occasion in my works where she acquired caught up in an journey that involved the Flying Tigers. That story I made a full site on. Who was the red headed woman I speak of. None aside from Jane Martin, War Nurse. Like, was she scorching or what:

JANE MARTIN, War NURSE MEETS THE FLYING TIGERS(please click image)

"The advert supplied surplus jeeps for $278.00. There were literally tons of of scams around proper after the struggle saying you possibly can purchase surplus jeeps from $50.00 and up and that's what most of them have been, scams. After trying into it my dad discovered he might really purchase a brand new, or no less than by no means used, World War II Jeep for $225.00 cash proper off the docks in San Francisco, which in reality turned out to be not docks in San Francisco, but across the bay in the naval ship yards at Vallejo or Alameda."

WORLD War II SURPLUS JEEPS NEW, Still IN A Box FOR $50.00

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The classifieds and other ads that appeared in any number of publications from Popular Mechanics to Boys Life to a variety of comic books offering "Jeeps for $50.00" or any other unrealistic low amount were for the most part scams. They may not have been out-and-out purebred lies, but were worded in such a way to trick or deceive the person sending in the money for the information that they, through the firm or outfit presenting the offer, could in fact from that source purchase a jeep. Such was not the case. If you read the ads carefully they are only offering information about other sources that sell military surplus items for the government. Where some of them may have sold surplus items jeeps were not among them. Although jeeps were often depicted amongst the graphics, most information in the ads that were jeep specific was
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"My father seemed to spend an extraordinary amount of free time or late into the night reading pulp science fiction books like Amazing Stories or paperback novels of the old west, of which the ones about the old west were almost exclusively by L'Amour or Luke Short. I had perused lightly through books by both authors from time to time out of piles of books my dad had strewn around his place, and because he had insisted --- saying it related to my own experiences lost in the Mojave desert as a young boy --- I even read 'Mojave Crossing.'"
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LOUIS L'AMOUR THE PACKSADDLE AFFAIR TEXAS RANGERS, JUNE 1952, VOL. 47 NO. 1

(please click picture) (please click images below for info on every or all) THE DESERT SHIP: A LEGEND, OR TWO

1942 UFO OVER LOS ANGELES------------------------BUCK ROGERS: HIS ORIGIN ----- SHIPS THAT SAILED THE DESERT------------------------ The key OF THE AZTECS ----- ILLUSTRATED Versions OF H.G. WELLS: THE TIME MACHINE Click Either OF THE Versions Shown Below ----- THE BOOTSTRAP PARADOX

The Bootstrap Paradox is a time-travel paradox whereby an object or data can exist with out ever seeming to have been created. The article or piece of information sooner or later is taken again in time where, by means of the traditional passage of time from the previous to the longer term, it's retrieved to develop into the very object or piece of data that was introduced back to start with. The time period originates from the expression "pulling your self up by your bootstraps" and was used to explain the time-journey paradox in Robert A. Heinlein's brief story, written underneath the pseudonym Anson MacDonald, titled "By His Bootstraps" that was initially revealed in the October 1941 challenge of Astounding Science Fiction as shown above.LOUIS L'AMOUR

LOUIS L'AMOUR THE PACKSADDLE AFFAIR TEXAS RANGERS, JUNE 1952, VOL. 47 NO. 1

(please click picture) (please click images below for info on every or all) THE DESERT SHIP: A LEGEND, OR TWO

1942 UFO OVER LOS ANGELES------------------------BUCK ROGERS: HIS ORIGIN ----- SHIPS THAT SAILED THE DESERT------------------------ The key OF THE AZTECS ----- ILLUSTRATED Versions OF H.G. WELLS: THE TIME MACHINE Click Either OF THE Versions Shown Below ----- THE BOOTSTRAP PARADOX

The Bootstrap Paradox is a time-travel paradox whereby an object or data can exist with out ever seeming to have been created. The article or piece of information sooner or later is taken again in time where, by means of the traditional passage of time from the previous to the longer term, it's retrieved to develop into the very object or piece of data that was introduced back to start with. The time period originates from the expression "pulling your self up by your bootstraps" and was used to explain the time-journey paradox in Robert A. Heinlein's brief story, written underneath the pseudonym Anson MacDonald, titled "By His Bootstraps" that was initially revealed in the October 1941 challenge of Astounding Science Fiction as shown above.