Several months ago, I received a broadcast e-mail from PreWarCars.com (I am on their e-mail distribution list) asking about Model T clubs in South America (because of Dirk and Trudy Regter's upcoming South American leg of their world tour).
I answered the e-mail with the suggestion to post on this forum (which I actually ended up doing myself). Because I was writing to a Dutchman, I wrote in Dutch. (The number of things in this world that I do well is pretty limited, but one of them is speak and write Dutch. I actually did it automatically.)
This led to an exchange of e-mails about how it happened that I could correspond in Dutch. I answered and the conversation included my "old car" history from my years in Holland.
Yesterday, a Dutch Austin friend on Facebook referred in a post to me to my "article in PreWarCars." I didn't know what he was talking about, but went looking on their website. Apparently my e-mails became the basis for an article.
That's pretty cool, Dick. But kind of interesting that they didn't ask permission to use your emails and photos first.
But either way, neat story. Thanks for posting the link.
I suppose, Danial, but I really don't mind. I have a friend from my Air Force days who reads PreWarCars (he told me that several years ago, but I had forgotten), and I heard from him today.
Well now that's pretty cool. A nice return.
Great work. Congratulations on being published.
Seems like you're proud of the article, Dick. That's good. A little of my stuff that has been published by others embarrassed me - misspellings. In another case, the editor even dumbed it down to grammar school level.
Ralph, I didn't expect it to appear anywhere. When telling a story, I tend to use the same register no matter what it is for, so I'd have written pretty much the same thing, I think, if it had been intended for publication. As far as spelling and grammar, I wrote in Dutch and the English that appeared was Joris's retelling of what I had said.
It was a fantastic trip and we looked back on it with pleasure for decades. We rarely knew when we set out in the morning where we would end up at the end of the afternoon. We had a Rand McNally Campground Guide and around lunchtime we would begin looking for a place to head for. We usually stopped around 3:30-4:00.
I sent the link to Elisabeth. Her comment on re-creating the photo was, "I'm not going to stand in a bucket so Pete can take my picture!"