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some of the best times @ BH were simply based on sheep's choice of clothing. Of course, we're talking about same guy that wore spray-painted metallic-gold lowtop Vans in high school, and a skin-tight yellow T shirt with a butterfly on the front. 

The day sheep came for his interview the boss had no idea what sheep looked like. So in walks this kid wearing a faded and holey Jane's Addiction t-shirt (with flames on it and a nun in handcuffs or something), cutoff jeans (2 different length legs) and 50 cent flip flop sandals. To top off his ensamble, was the hat on his head, a pirate's hat with some kind of gems hanging from it. Not knowing this was his potential new hire, the boss pulled me aside, and said "look the f-ing guy that just walked in.....holy $hit...", to which I replied "oh yeah, that's Frank he's here for the interview."

I remember he also had these god-awful plaid golfers pants that were ripped up the back, from the knee to above his ass....which he simply stapled shut one day. Jerry loved those pants. The t-shirt that had a cartoon of a girl on it and a caption under it that read "I'm a different kind of girl" was really a good choice too, as was the Burger King employee shirt from 1982. His stints with the feather duster and t-shirt pulled into a halter top were always a hit with customers too....   

I remember first time I brought him to Nicks about a year ago, to meet Sarge, Galassi, and the guys, he made sure to wear something appropriate.....  a blue t-shirt with a cartoon of a sheep and the caption "I'm Baaaaaaad" under it.

America's Next top Model....

I remember that shirt no matter how I try to forget it!  ;D ;D

What, no pictures !?!
 :(

When I worked with Sheep at Coast Aluminum he would come in wearing the strangest shit. He had all kinds of brown, yellow and orange shirts straight from 70s. They were 3 sizes too small. He thought the chicks dug him ;D

Poor Guy, Did he have earthlings as parents?

 :o

sheep??

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funny story about sheep's dad (one of many)

Friday nights were street racing nights. Sheep lived on a small ranch, in the rural area of Pleasanton, out off of a 2 mile long private 2 lane road, perfectly flat and striaght. So we used to take our cars out there and give them a good thrashing. One night I came out running my 2054 and wide open stinger on the end of a 1-5/8 merged. Sheep's dad went to sleep at 5:00pm or something, and was sawing logs by the time I showed up in my Bug. Sheep at the time owned a 1970 Olds Toronado GT with a 455 cu in. Big old tank with huge motor, front drive..... things hauled ass... but...

So sheep and I line up at east end of road, I think his sister, April, flagged us and we ran some gears....  my car was screaming loud... it was a lot of fun. Well, until Catfish Don (sheep's dad) comes tearing up in his silver Ford Fairmont, wild eyed and with an angry mug...  gets out of his car, dressed only in his white briefs, and starts screaming at me.... "GO HOME BOY!!!! TAKE THAT GOD DAMN CAR AND GO HOME BOY! DON'T YOU EVER BRING THAT GOD DAMN CAR BACK OUT HERE! GO......GET GOIN'"

I didn't know whether to laugh my ass off or run for my life.

great story jim.too be young and get in trouble again, good times

Thanks Danny.

Frank's Olds was probably the coolest of all cars that any of my friends owned. It was about two miles wide inside, with no transmission tunnel. The back seat was like a lounge. At idle it sounded like a ski boat. For some reason, the GT models apparently had a wild cam and higher CR or something. The wheels looked sweet too. He'd stand on the gas in that car and you'd just float on up to 100mph like nothing, but the speedometer and the gas gauge kind of worked opposite of one another. One would go up and the other would nose dive. He and his friend Andy S made these water/bleach nozzles out of windshield washer pump and vac hose and ball point pens for "jets"....aimed right at front tires. Sheep could creat his own weather system with the smoke that used to roll out of the front fenders.

One day he and I were driving to Foster's Freeze up in Boulder Canyon for shakes or whatever (maybe it was the time with the chocolate banana and the black guy?) and Frank rear ended a Taurus or a Sable in "El Toronado"...  not a scratch on the OLDS.

Frank do you remember the night I drove us to McDonalds in the red Ford Courier and I didn't set the parking brake hard enough? The truck rolled down hill into that T-bird that had the towels hung in all the windows like drapes, and after the impact, that guy got out (pulling up his pants) and his lady friend got out (wiping her mouth)?

                                       

what can we say about someone that was friends with a guy that washed his car with gas?

Did he light it on fire to dry it?

 :D

not that I know of.

There was also his roommate that insisted his Cadillac DeVille would "get better gas mileage if he took the gas tank out and replaced it with a Pinto gas tank"

more fun from Buggy House with Sheep....  involving Repair Orders and the Bureau of Auto Repair...   :o

There was this Pakistani guy named Sanat that brought his ’74 Ghia in for an engine rebuild. Well, he was lucky to get Sheep to write up his repair order, and manage the work to be done. Well, when the Ghia came in, it had an 1835 with a cam and Kadrons and a header. So, the shop guys tore it down, determined the case was spread, sold the guy a new one, machined it for 92’s and full flow, did a valve job on his heads, rebuilt his carbs, and built an oil system for it (it wasn’t full flowed when we got the car). Being the manager, I kind of kept on eye, from a distance, of the proceedings. It was funny, no matter how many times Sheep would read the guy’s name on the work order, he would end up calling the guy ‘SATAN’, yes, just like the devil himself. He’d call the guy for approval on some more work we needed to do, and he gets him on the phone…”Yeah, Satan? Hi Satan?...Huh? Oh, yeah….whatever….hey, I was calling because your quiet muffler…..your MUFFLER…you know….no, muffler, yeah, it’s cracked, you want us to put a new one on? Yeah, it’s ok?” (Being Pakistani, the guy’s accent was tough for Sheep).
It gets better (worse?). After a couple of thou, and about a week, the car is buttoned up and ready to go. It’s now running good, the new 1835 with Kadrons and merge header and cam…the guy Sanat comes and picks it up and is very happy.
But then……

A few days later, we get a call from the one and only BAR, yes the Bureau of Automotive Repair, the boys you don’t want a call from. Seems Sanat took his 1974 California model Ghia to get SMOGGED. No stock carb, no stock air filter, no stock intake manifold, no stock muffler, no EGR box or valve, no stock distributor. Nope, the car failed the visual on all counts, miserably. I knew we were in deep now. I asked sheep to sit with me in the office, and quizzed him about “you had him sign a waiver, right….off road use only?” I get the usual grin….
So Sheep gets mad, he feels he’s been duped by this Sanat guy. So he finds the repair order, gets Sanat’s phone number and calls the guy up:
“Yeah, hello, ….hello? SATAN? Yeah, it’s me Frank at Buggy House…..yeah, they called here,….I know! I know! Well, you never said you were gonna smog it!!! NO YOU DIDN’T!! What? WHAT? WHAT?......You know, if you TOOK THAT GODDAM HARMONICA OUT OF YOUR THROAT, THEN MAYBE I COULD UNDERSTAND YOU!!!!!!!!!”

In the end, we had to build Sanat a stock motor, with all the one year only 1974 trimmings. And we got a nice lesson from the BAR all about smog.


 
 
 

Hey.............  >:(

Almost a new keyboard for Mark.

 ;D

Yep... I'm finally learning my lesson after too many years of being on the 'Net. When I'm in the Off Topic forum, I set down any vessel of liquid that I may be consuming during said time. This is the longest lasting keyboard I've ever had.

what's the story of your roommate that had the paper bag for a bank account?

......and the Pinto gas tank in the Cadillac to get better mileage?  ;D

...and the S track "they tried to trick me, but I fooled them... I ran straight"

O Yes, That Frank is a snazzy dresser. I dont think i have ever seen anybody dress like Frank - I would come a get parts - he would have a striped shirt with plad shorts - ratty pair of vans on - some kind of gay hat. Way to be a fashion guru.

Remember Frank's sandals he got from Mexico made from a Goodyear tire complete with a whitewall patch? Old man Freisman's dog chewed them up but Frank still wore them for years.