One of my
Air Force room mates was James Brown, a good ol' boy from Tarrant City, Alabama.
He joined me in a driving trip to Los Angeles from my last station, Barksdale
Air Force Base at Bossier City, Louisiana. We traveled west in the MG TD.
[A purpose of the trip was to exchange
that little car for my brother's 1953 Ford convertible. I had accumulated
enough stuff (clothing, books, records) that I thought it was worthwhile.
It turned out there was plenty of room for all that and three other
squadron-mates on leave to Gary Morris' place in Phoenix: Gary, Jerry
Crowl, and a friend of theirs whose name I don't recall. (Turns out
it was Robert "Killer" Kowalski. Scroll about two-thirds down the
Barksdale page.) The picture
is Crowl on the left, Morris reclining.]
the MG part of the trip it started blowing oil past the rings, using a quart
in a hundred miles if the engine went faster than 3000 RPM. Below 3000 RPM was
also below 45 MPH. It was a slow but eventful 1700 miles.