The rest of its lifetime here had included an owner, a stripper at a Hollywood, Fla club whose lovers wife retaliated by driving her car into it while parked. Hence the smashed front end present when I bought it. I actually drove in from Jupiter, Fla. to Pompano Beach minus the front end, which made the journey in a pickup. I had traded an Austin Healy 100–6 for it even up.
Now here is the rest of the story. Here is a picture of that car, sitting in front of my mobile home in Pompano Beach, Florida in 1968.
And finally, here is a picture showing the cockpit with the single rollbar and small windshield.
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The cockpit cover was not on the car at this time; It did not come with the car and was actually given to me by Bud, the mechanic who did some work on the car for me (replaced the clutch). He dragged it out of his storage room where it had sat for some time. He was the one who filled me in on some of the history of the car, including that it was purchased by Augie Pabst, imported into the US and raced for some period.
I saw pictures of this car in an old issue of a sportscar magazine and the explanation of its F1 history. The article showed the cars in their qualifying attempt. They were, unfortunately, too slow and did not make the grid. Nevertheless, they met the requirements and were a legitimate F1 car.
It was fast (150 hp according the little plaque on the firewall from its DOHC 1.5 l engine with 8 spark plugs). It actually ran just fine and never failed me, other than the overworked clutch. I entered it in time trials and won the first 4 overall. Then I hit a dry spell, my (now) ex-wife had another mental breakdown and I decided to go to graduate school. So I was forced to sell it. Got $550 cash, what I had into it.
Hi everybody! I have been looking at posts on narcs and narc abuse on here and if has really helped me out a lot. I am currently struggling with my situation and need some advice/support.
I met a narc last year, everything seemed to good to be true. Love bombing, always texting calling and taking me on dates. Everything changed when someone warned me about him out in public in front of him and who he is. This caused a conflict with us and the love bombing seized.
he would tell me that everything is okay and i can come and talk. He would set a time limit on me and kick me out after that.
he would then text me like everything was fine and we hung out again and after that he completely ghosted me for one week. He came back and texted me a week later laughing about the ghosting and acting like nothing had happened.
he continued to text me ( not like in the beginning) make plans with me, then on the day of the plans he would just ghost me. One day he would act interested the next silence.
i contacted him a month later and he acted like nothing happened. He was on a vacation and sent me a picture of another woman ( someone he allegedly met on the trip) to strike a reaction but i never gave him one. After the trip he came to my place and was extremely rude, accusing me of going on dates with a bunch of men. The next day he accused me of being an alcoholic and that he wanted nothing to do with me but said well maybe we can be "friends" then ghosted me
i assumed at this point it was over and i would never hear from him again. He contacted me on the holiday a month later acting like everything was great. We ended up hanging out a month or so later and when we hung out it went well, i thought things were going in the right direction.
after we hung out.. silence. I would try to text him and if he replied it would be very short then he just stopped replying. He ghosted me for almost three months. I thought he was done this time and of course he popped up again like nothing happened. At this point i was getting sick of if so i questioned him as to why he dissapeared and always does this. Of course he had some sob story about a injury and family member dying of cancer. I felt pity for him and he gave me an apology.. so i took him back stupidly.
things seemed to be going smooth for a couple months, of course until his family member died and his injury got better he never contacted me and was distant. Menawhile, i was there for him during the difficult time for him. He lied to me about the funeral and never wanted to chat. I was chasing him and he would always claim nothing was wrong but when i said i thought he used me when he was down he could not handle it and would always tell me he didnt care and to go away. I would get so upset i would try texting him to work it out he would barelt respond and if he did he would not be nice about it.
we did hang out a couple times after that, he would ignore me after. One day i was like hey i think you are seeing someone else, and i was like well ixam seeing someone so no problem if you are he said " buy bye good luck with your new guy stop contacting me" i was devastated and tried to get into contact with him for weeks then i just gave up and accepted it was over. He ended up contacting me a month later acting like everything was fine. He wanted to go out and have drinks i told him i would. He and i both seemed to have a great time. He ends up ignoring me again. I kept texting him trying to figure out what was wrong. He kept saying everything was fine and i said ok can we hang out again? He said maybe i was like why? He just kept saying maybe …
our last conversation we had… i said what is wrong ? He said nothing is wrong everything is fine. I asked him why he keeps saying maybe. He said " maybe but i dont want to see you right now" i said why? He saix " im just not feeling it, if i wanted to date i would" i said why did you contact me less then a week ago wanting to go out? He said i didnt.. even though he did. So i said should i just move on or what? He said whatever you want to do. So i said that he was really confusing me and asked him if he had anything more to say before i move on? My messages were turning green so i panicked he blocked me and reacted irrationally. I said " omg did you block me? My messages are not going through. Even texted him on my work phone asking what was up. And called him twice ( please dont judge me i know it is pathetic i never was this type of girl before him) so he replied and said " Ok I'll block you now" then immedietly blocked me. He has never blocked me before since I have met him he will just ghost. Is this ths final discard aka " grand finale? Did i just push him too far?
this has upset me so much its hard to even function.
It was fun. I would do it again in a heartbeat. But I might have held it a little longer and gotten a little more money.
Several years ago the same model car sold for over $1M at auction. Restored of course. But it lacked the optional passenger set cover I included.
It was a stopgap solution and due to the change in engine capacity from 2.5 l to 1.5 l, OSCA decided to enter their popular and fast 1.5 l sports-racing cars in the first race that year as there were very few cars actually produced as F1 cars for the start of the season. They converted it into a single seat car by the simple expedient of installing a removable aluminum cover over the passenger seat and installing a small windshield and fairing around the drivers seat.
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Now this was a long time ago. In the 1967–69 time period. And while my car had never actually competed in a F1 race, it was entered as a factory team car and attempted to qualify for the Monaco GP in 1961.
I pounded out and installed the front end and drove it around, including to work on sunny days as it had no top. It did have a tiny windshield wiper for its tiny windshield though. It garnered lots of attention when I parked it at the Chris Craft New Product Development center on US 1, where I worked. Including a State Trooper, who seeing it, drove in and filled in part of its stripper history for me. It was apparently well known, for that stripper, among the law enforcement community in the area.
Well, they are not too practical. Now I write this as someone who actually used to drive one, to work, almost daily, for a while. It was fun…. As long as it did not rain.
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