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The story of my dads Texas Ranger

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tacochris

Cruisin' on my Bluebird
Ive been wanting to tell this story for a while but I ive been hesitant to clutter up the threads too much with my random reminiscing.
My pops, born in 1939, raised me with a healthy love and respect for vintage cars, vintage bikes and vintage people. He started an automotive repair shop in the 1970's that operated in the lot next door to my house and was connected by a walkway, so i spent my entire life in the shop and even worked there for a spell in the early 90's. My dad was a former drag racer and general all around hotrodder and regularly raced people with me in the passenger seat and taught me as a child to wave bye to them before his 4 barrel carbs and big block would "smoke em". My pops was raised by a hard nosed farmer who didn't believe in gifts, pets or happiness and generally made my dads childhood hell and even gave him coal for Christmas at times (not a joke) and kept him in the cotton fields during his free time. Needless to say my dad was gruff, greasy and matter-of-fact individual but I think because of his childhood, he was more than kind to me and always made sure I was hugged, loved and taken care of. Everything he never had.....
I took to the oldschool upbringing with both feet and I would regularly go around on trash day as a grade school kid and bring home vintage toys and all manner of treasures and have him shake his head and smile at the "junk" I would bring home. You could say Ive been a junk picker since birth and I cant remember a time in my life where I wasnt digging thru barns or trash piles and even pulled a pedal car out of the city bayou once! One day I stumbled upon an old rusted, forgotten Texas Ranger bicycle laying next to a dumpster in the neighborhood and I lit up! I drug it home as quick as I could after asking the home owner if i could have it and presented it to my dad with a huge smile on my face! I talked dad into restoring for me to ride eventually, so we broke it down, removed all the rust, smoothed out the frame and painted it all up nice. We hit swap meets for parts every weekend, I even let him custom mix a color he liked, put parts on it that he liked and get it all fancied up exactly how he thought I wanted it. We finally finished the bike around fathers day and he couldnt be prouder of the way it turned out......and I waited until he was done talking and I turned around and presented it back to him for fathers day. I tell you what, he was literally speechless...."but we built this for you!" he said. I said "I had you build this bike the way you thought it should be built, you picked and custom mixed your favorite color, you painted it yourself, you put on your favorite bars and seat and even put whitewalls on it like you like" I swear that was one of the first times I saw my dad nearly shed a tear....
My dad would never do anything for himself and nearly lived to make sure we had a good life and I knew he would never build that bike if he knew it was for him....but, he thought it was for me so he gave it his best effort.

My pops rode the wheels off that bike and him owning it even turned into a weekly neighborhood ride that him and all his friends, including my mom would go on. My dad passed in 2012 and there isnt a day that goes by I dont miss him....but one thing is certain, I still have that old Texas Ranger that we restored together and come hell or high water that is the one that will die with me.

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Ive been wanting to tell this story for a while but I ive been hesitant to clutter up the threads too much with my random reminiscing.
My pops, born in 1939, raised me with a healthy love and respect for vintage cars, vintage bikes and vintage people. He started an automotive repair shop in the 1970's that operated in the lot next door to my house and was connected by a walkway, so i spent my entire life in the shop and even worked there for a spell in the early 90's. My dad was a former drag racer and general all around hotrodder and regularly raced people with me in the passenger seat and taught me as a child to wave bye to them before his 4 barrel carbs and big block would "smoke em". My pops was raised by a hard nosed farmer who didn't believe in gifts, pets or happiness and generally made my dads childhood hell and even gave him coal for Christmas at times (not a joke) and kept him in the cotton fields during his free time. Needless to say my dad was gruff, greasy and matter-of-fact individual but I think because of his childhood, he was more than kind to me and always made sure I was hugged, loved and taken care of. Everything he never had.....
I took to the oldschool upbringing with both feet and I would regularly go around on trash day as a grade school kid and bring home vintage toys and all manner of treasures and have him shake his head and smile at the "junk" I would bring home. You could say Ive been a junk picker since birth and I cant remember a time in my life where I wasnt digging thru barns or trash piles and even pulled a pedal car out of the city bayou once! One day I stumbled upon an old rusted, forgotten Texas Ranger bicycle laying next to a dumpster in the neighborhood and I lit up! I drug it home as quick as I could after asking the home owner if i could have it and presented it to my dad with a huge smile on my face! I talked dad into restoring for me to ride eventually, so we broke it down, removed all the rust, smoothed out the frame and painted it all up nice. We hit swap meets for parts every weekend, I even let him custom mix a color he liked, put parts on it that he liked and get it all fancied up exactly how he thought I wanted it. We finally finished the bike around fathers day and he couldnt be prouder of the way it turned out......and I waited until he was done talking and I turned around and presented it back to him for fathers day. I tell you what, he was literally speechless...."but we built this for you!" he said. I said "I had you build this bike the way you thought it should be built, you picked and custom mixed your favorite color, you painted it yourself, you put on your favorite bars and seat and even put whitewalls on it like you like" I swear that was one of the first times I saw my dad nearly shed a tear....
My dad would never do anything for himself and nearly lived to make sure we had a good life and I knew he would never build that bike if he knew it was for him....but, he thought it was for me so he gave it his best effort.

My pops rode the wheels off that bike and him owning it even turned into a weekly neighborhood ride that him and all his friends, including my mom would go on. My dad passed in 2012 and there isnt a day that goes by I dont miss him....but one thing is certain, I still have that old Texas Ranger that we restored together and come hell or high water that is the one that will die with me.

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Great story!
 
I'm diggin' that color; Next sunny day you should take it out & get some more pics. Not sure what color(s it is but I dig it along with the story.

My dad is a lot like yours but I don't think I could ever talk him into building something with me to surprise him with it in the end. He taught me the same values. I helped him pick up a 1927 Westinghouse stove identical to this recently
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I'll end up helping him clean it all up but it works -the 3rd smaller burner. He'll hopefully use it as planned in Tennessee at his little 900 sq ft cabin.


I am debating on taking his 2005 NE5 Whizzer & upgrading it some but I don't know how he'd feel about me changing fenders, adding some contrast color to a new set of wider autocycle style fenders, and definitely upgrading the 1.75" mtn bike tires to some Nice riding 2.125" white walls. It's buried behind some stuff in the garage so it's a task to get it out. When I do I hope he'll put around with me on once I get my new to me bike I have wanted from Jimbo53. It's not about what you have man but the memories you make with loved ones; family & friends while you have time with them while we're here in life. 1 generation teaches another and we're supposed to improve with the next a little more each time
 
I'm diggin' that color; Next sunny day you should take it out & get some more pics. Not sure what color(s it is but I dig it along with the story.

My dad is a lot like yours but I don't think I could ever talk him into building something with me to surprise him with it in the end. He taught me the same values. I helped him pick up a 1927 Westinghouse stove identical to this recentlyView attachment 1379814
I'll end up helping him clean it all up but it works -the 3rd smaller burner. He'll hopefully use it as planned in Tennessee at his little 900 sq ft cabin.


I am debating on taking his 2005 NE5 Whizzer & upgrading it some but I don't know how he'd feel about me changing fenders, adding some contrast color to a new set of wider autocycle style fenders, and definitely upgrading the 1.75" mtn bike tires to some Nice riding 2.125" white walls. It's buried behind some stuff in the garage so it's a task to get it out. When I do I hope he'll put around with me on once I get my new to me bike I have wanted from Jimbo53. It's not about what you have man but the memories you make with loved ones; family & friends while you have time with them while we're here in life. 1 generation teaches another and we're supposed to improve with the next a little more each time
The things you dont even think about now, will mean the world to you when theyre gone some day. All the old stories you get tired of hearing because you've heard them a million times....one day you'll do anything to hear one again.
 
The things you dont even think about now, will mean the world to you when theyre gone some day. All the old stories you get tired of hearing because you've heard them a million times....one day you'll do anything to hear one again.
I know exactly what you mean already. I have heard about my dad as a young 13 yr old driving backwards around a W.V hill/mountain to outrun a cop back in the day :tearsofjoy: . Used to think it was a story until my Grandma (R.I.P) told me "Dusty" told her how well he did it & if he woulda caught "that Myers boy his butt woulda been in a sling". I wasn't always an easy kid but dad has always did what he could no matter what. Still to this day that is the 1 person I know I can count on
 
I know exactly what you mean already. I have heard about my dad as a young 13 yr old driving backwards around a W.V hill/mountain to outrun a cop back in the day :tearsofjoy: . Used to think it was a story until my Grandma (R.I.P) told me "Dusty" told her how well he did it & if he woulda caught "that Myers boy his butt woulda been in a sling". I wasn't always an easy kid but dad has always did what he could no matter what. Still to this day that is the 1 person I know I can count on
Thats 100% how it should be. Ive been betrayed, cheated on, lied to, stolen from and swindled....but my dad never, not one time, wronged me in anyway and always was there for me. Come hell or high water...
 
Thats 100% how it should be. Ive been betrayed, cheated on, lied to, stolen from and swindled....but my dad never, not one time, wronged me in anyway and always was there for me. Come hell or high water...
Exactly! Still to this day my dad will tell you my sister which is married, has a daughter of her own & made me an Uncle is His Princess Buttercup :tearsofjoy: . My dad knows how he raised me and has stood by me through good times & bad ones; even against my uncles. Blood will always be blood & right is right / wrong is wrong
 
What a great story, I very much enjoyed reading it.
I too would love to see some pics of the bike in the sunshine!!
This was a custom mixed color my dad literally mixed right in front of me with the "little of this, little of that" technique. I know it had gold in it and some sort of dark green and maybe white but it came out as somewhat of a sparkly olive color.
 
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