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Walter Ray Gibbons, Ph.D.1938-1997Professor of Physiology and Biophysics |
One of my favorite memories of Ray was the thread about using the Dremel tool to place "new" timing marks on an engine with a misaligned pulley. At some point, someone (maybe Ray) remarked that some later buyer would pay a premium price when informed that this was a "rare transitional production" car or something to that effect. This technique of instantly increasing the value of your old LBC was quickly dubbed "Gibbonisation," and Ray took a lot of ribbing in his whenever the word "Dremel" popped up.
Here's a typical Ray Gibbons story from last summer ('96):
"When I was restoring Kermit the frogeye, I got a good laugh. I had a parts bugeye parked outside. Because this was an upscale, uptight country neighborhood, I went to some trouble to hide it. It was covered with a brown tarp weighted around the edges; no part of the car was visible. It was 150 feet from the road. A woodpile 20 feet long and 4 ft high separated the car from my neighbors. The road is bordered by a hedge, so the only clear view through is via the drive entrance off a road where the median speed is about 50mph.
"One afternoon, a strange car came down my drive and a fellow knocked at the door. He said he was just driving by, and thought he recognized a bugeye under the tarp. I couldn't figure how; he had to be the most eagle eyed fellow in town. Except perhaps for me. He introduced himself and told me where he lived (on a back country mountain road). I told him there was an Alfa Guilietta in a barn near him; I had glimpsed one bumperette through a crack in the barn door. "That's mine," he told me.
"I think this area has been mined out."
I wiggled into Kermit the frogeye (his custom-built tax-free shed is
close quarters) on Saturday. Switch off, I pulled the starter.
In about 10 seconds, oil pressure appeared, and I turned the
switch. Contact.
Despite 4-1/2 months of inactivity (save for a battery charge in January)
the engine fired immediately, the brakes braked, and the clutch
disengaged. Love it when a plan comes together.
I eased Kermit down the ramps, dropped the top while he warmed up, and I was off for country roads. Repeated again Sunday. Love the wind in what used to be my hair. This evening, I think I will clean the oil off the chrome.