Forwarding a message from our T club's Pres. John was contacted by this woman who wants someone to save an early auto shop lift located in little Normandy, TN in Bedford County, pop.141!
I have no interest, but maybe someone of you could contact her if interested.
We are in the process of removing an antique model T lift from an old
building in Normandy, Tn. Several locals still remember watching the Model
Ts being lifted on it and worked on. It has v shaped brackets on the I
beams in which the axels fit.
I want to preserve it, but my husband wants to just take it to the recycling
yard. Do any of you guys know who might want this lift? When he sets his
mind on something like this, he follows through, and I think it would be
such a shame to lose this bit of history. Any help you can offer would be
Karen Kerce Browning
Tullahoma City Schools
I hope someone gets it and posts pictures! Good on her for wanting to preserve it.
Where is Normandy Tn.?
Just got in touch with a member, right in his back yard, he's calling to check it out. KGB
Hey Richard, Normandy is off I-24 a little bit, but it's right about halfway between Chattanooga and Nashville.
My atlas doesn't show Normandy. Must be around Manchester. Got arrested there once. LOL
LOL, dare we ask what got you arrested? And yes sir, just a little west of Manchester, right on the other side of the lake. Your atlas probably shows Shelby, it's right between those two bigger towns.
Used to drive a truck and Manchester, Tn. is notorious for arresting truckers at their scales.
Just go to . . .
and type “Normandy TN 37360” (without quotes) in the top line
and click on the blue button with the magnifying glass.
Well, can't be stopping at the scales when you're east bound and down!!
Keith, I'm close enough to Normandy to go get this lift to save it. The frame I wanted to give away got picked up a few days ago; I now have room.
If the other forum member saves this lift, great. If not, let me know so I can call Mrs. Browning.
Actually if you just copy and paste Normandy Tn into a google search you will get a map, photos and more details about the place then you ever wanted to know.
I'm trying to imagine what it might look like.
Ok Bill, I'll find out and let you know. KGB
Come on Richard, you know the way around the scales. There's a little truckstop at the west end you can stop at. I can still picture the route behind the scales. I was never caught going around them and did it for years - and you logged more miles than I ever did. :-)
Tenn. used to have a scales at Jasper on the old road US41, Got arrested there once too. Over length.
This is Normandy, the model t garage is the buildings on the right with the green trim, it is narrow with a door in front and back and it has an elevator to move cars to the upper floor.
Dang Richard! How many times have you been arrested?
That's nothing,I worked an interstate repair job, driving a dump truck and was arrested 3 times in 3 days driving a truck with faulty lights to no fire extinguisher. The construction Co.furnished the trucks and I only drove it. They were hired by the state.
They must notta paid off the right guys!
Never a dull moment. I never tried to count all the times.
Arrested? You mean they actually haul you off to jail for faulty tail lights and such in America or just until you pay the fine? Sounds kinda harsh either way. Here in Canada, they simply write you a ticket which you can pay when you're good and ready.
I got a ticket just east of Windsor, On. The Leasing Co used the wrong vehicle inspection sticker. They let me go, but I think it costed the Leasing Co around $150.00.
U guys have to remember, I did this for 35 yrs.
You guys gotta put this in perspective.
Richard and I are from the same neighborhood and trucked our entire adult lives. He stopped at my house late this past summer when he was in the area......and I'll probably stop at his place late this winter. You'd think we'd talk Model T's. Nope, we spent all afternoon telling our truckin' tales. Like he said, never a dull moment. Actually, there were hour after hour of dull times but we don't remember them. Also, some things we'd like to forget and some we'd never tell anyone.
Most of the time the law just wrote me a ticket and made me post bond, which usually was the cost of the ticket. Most of it was crocked. One time in Tenn. south of Nashville, the cop had the ticket made out and asked me what was the color of my truck.
One time in Ga. they stopped me for not having a Ga. permit. That was $150.00 and I didn't have that much, so he asked me if I wanted to stay in the jail or a motel until the money arrived the next day.