This 36 Oldsmobile is still for sale. I’m looking to get $6500, but I would take offers. I’m not advertising it right now, but I will be advertising it again soon. I’m hoping to get the motor back into it soon. Then I’ll put the front end back on. Once I’ve done those things the best offer part will no longer be true. I’m still willing to deliver this car.
I have a few things to add to my 1936 Oldsmobile info. I think I forgot to mention that the passenger window is broken and no longer there. The door is still solid and the frame still goes up and down, but the window is broken out. As to delivery. I’m very reasonable on delivery. I can deliver the car in the continental US, and maybe Canada. I’m not sure about Canada, that’s a long way from TX. However, if you’re willing to buy it for full asking price ($6500) let’s talk. I had a call from CA for the car, and if you’re reading this (Ed, I believe) I’d be willing to deliver to CA. I am traveling to the midwest in July so if you buy it before then you have an excellent opportunity to negotiate with me. Without further ado, more photos
I purchased this car about 15 years ago. From everything I can tell about the car it hasn’t been driven by anyone since 1963. It has a 1963 registration from TX on the front windshield. The car is in amazing shape, but it is definitely not a restored vehicle. It is in full need of a restoration; however, this is one of the nicest restoration candidates I’ve come across. I will be as honest as I can about this car. I will not hide anything, but I can’t possible portray all of the information possible; but I’ll try my best.
This car is complete. The car was stored at my grandfather’s farm and was recently transported back to TX. The parts are on the trailer like they are right now because the parts that were kept in the bed of the truck needed to be put back with the car so that my dad could use his truck. Since the trailer isn’t going anywhere I just set them on the trailer for now. I have purchased several parts which didn’t come with the car at the time I purchased it, they are as follows:
Front motor mount
The center hood hinge
A deluxe and a standard radio (including the head unit)
A rebuilt motor (more on that later)
I bought this car basically in the same shape you see it in here. The car was a little bit more together, but it was not in running shape. The motor mount had collapsed. Why? Because the person who worked on it used caulking rubber instead of an actually rubber mount. I’m not kidding. Hey, he was a kid, He probably didn’t think much of it. Anyway, eventually I found a NOS front motor mount and had it rebuilt by Steele Rubber Company. So, when you get ready to put the motor in, you have a new, rebuilt motor mount.
I lived in CA for a year, during that time I saw an eBay auction for a brand new rebuilt motor for a 1935-36 Oldsmobile. So, I bought the motor, and it was in amazing shape. The person who sold it to me had the nicest 1935 GMC truck I’ve ever seen and the nicest 1935 Oldsmobile I’ve ever seen. Granted, I’ve never seen either of those vehicle before, but these were simply amazing cars. Anyway, he was incredibly nice and he sold me the motor, and also gave me a flywheel, NOS distributor, and a couple other parts which came with the motor. All of them beautiful in shape.
The motor was painted and in great shape. The motor now sits in my dad’s garage (he wants it out, I don’t blame him). What happened to the original motor? I still have it, unfortunately I took it apart to rebuild it and found this one. So, it is still apart, but I do have the motor and everything comes with the car if you buy it. So what you have with this car is a car that is partially in pieces…
Partially amazing and survivor-Look at that grill!
Yeah, there are no broken pieces. It is in great shape.
All of the wiring is one color. I know, I hate it too.
This car is solid. There is no rust through. At all. No rust through in any area of this car. The car door closes like a vault. I love this car. Why haven’t I done all of the work and gotten it running. Life, I guess. I have the skill, but I haven’t been able to work on the car and the car is currently in Helotes, TX; while I’m in Austin.
You can see the surface rust, I won’t hide that. The paint is 40 years old and and most certainly not perfect.
So, I’m trying to think of anything else to say about the car. I’ll put this post up now and if anything else comes to me I’ll post it. I’ll also keep adding photos. I’m traveling and at a hotel right now so they aren’t downloading very quickly.
One thing I did just remember, I don’t have the title to this car. I have a title to a 1936 Oldsmobile (comes with the car), but i’m not sure it is to this specific car. The numbers don’t seem to match.
If you’re checking on this page inquiring about my 1936 Oldsmobile for sale, I apologize for the lack of information right now. I will update this with more information on March 12th.
In the mean time here is a teaser of the car. It is currently located in San Antonio, TX (technically, its in Helotes, TX which is a suburb). I have many more photos of the car as it sits right now, but I won’t be able to put them up until tomorrow. I wanted the Olds Club to have first shot at it so I haven’t published this car for sale anywhere else. Please be patient, I’ll provide a very detailed break down of the vehicle by tomorrow evening. Please feel free to call me with questions at 210-289-5735.
I’d like to think the first fish I ever caught was a longear sunfish. The odds are good that is was a longear, a most irascible of species, they are still to this day my favorite fish to catch on a flyrod. If all of the rainbow trout, king salmon, largemouth bass, and tarpon were wiped from this earth (and I do believe we are working hard at accomplishing that goal) I could still be smirking like a child if there were still bream to hit poppers on a summer day.
I hesitate to write this blog. I hesitate because I may have a lot to say, but I am not the kind of man to share everything with the world. I do not want to expose the Medina river to the world. I do not believe it should be ruined by flatbill hat fly fishermen checking off a list. However, it is not the Guadalupe. It is not the Comal, the San Marcos, or even the Colorado. All rivers in Texas have their unique qualities and frustrations. The Medina, though, will always be my first river.
The funniest fishing story I have happened on the Medina River (and will possibly be shared here someday). Most certainly the smallest fish I’ve ever caught has been on that river. The longest fish I’ve ever caught was on that river (spotted gar). It was where I learned to fly fish. My brother handed me the rod, gave me some simple instructions and pointed to the direction I should go. Admittedly, I wanted more instruction, especially from someone who considered himself at the time to be a future teacher. Despite the simple instructions, soon enough my rod tip trembled with the fight of a sunfish and I never looked back.
I don’t know where this blog will go. There is a large world out there and I am a small, introverted part of it. I can guarantee you few things. I will be wrong occasionally, and some people will believe it to be frequently. I will try to be fair, but will likely fail often in that regard. I will try to be consistent. I will cover multiple topics, but in the end I will cover the things that I care about. This will not be a blog strictly about fly fishing, hand tool woodworking, traveling Texas, pollinators, yoga, and classic cars; but it is likely those subjects will dominate. I guess I should include woman and relationships. I wouldn’t bet on it.
Lets talk about the Medina River. It has been a long time since I’ve cast a fly here and here recently I’ve struggled to gather the gumption to even fly fish. It has been something that I’ve wondered if I’ve started to lose interest in altogether. False.
I caught two fish all day on the Medina, but I saw my niece and nephew, my mom and dad, have a wonderful time paddling around and enjoy themselves all morning. I don’t know why I haven’t had the desire to fly fish recently, but I do know that I need to stop ignoring any desire to feel the cool river on my legs, the sun on my face the shade of a cypress towing above me. This river is my baptismal fount and I am thankful for it.