kikibalt wrote:Had one myself, Rick, "63 SS. brought it at Felix Chevrolet in 1964 for $1,700.00Rick Farris wrote:Kit Boursse', my heavyweight stablemate, had a '63 Impala SS in 1969. People might be surprised what that car could be put thru and survive. That was in the days of the Fisher Body on Chevy's.kikibalt wrote:
Connie sitting in our 1965 Chevy Impala Super Sport.
Circa-1969
A quick '63 Impala memory. One afternoon, Kit and I were heading up Roscoe Blvd. in Van Nuys towards Van Nuys Bl. We see a car parked by the curb with flames coming from under the hood, which was open. Kit pulls over, jumos out of his Chevy and pops open the trunk. He grabs a furnture pad out from his trunk and smothers the engine fire with it. Once the fire was out, Kit asks the lady, "Are you alright?" She nods yes. Kit returns to the car with the smoking furniture blanket and kind of shakes it, to rid the smoke. He tosses it in trunk and we take off.
About ten minutes later, we smell smoke. I'm in the passenger seat and turn to face the back seat and see smoke pouring out of the rear radio speaker, which was located right in the middle of the back seats, at the top. We pulled over, and Al pulled smouldering furniture pad out of the trunk. He dosed the flames with water and we left the thing behind a building.
We had fun in that car
-Rick
. Do you remember that, Frank? Whoa Nelly! If you're going to the luncheon Saturday I'll bring it up. If not, PM me your address and I'll mail it to you.Randyman wrote:Rog, what an honor my friend. Jeri really liked it. So do I. That was beyond nice!!dagosd2000 wrote:
Randy De La O
Randy
My Hyundai is black....BORING :(kikibalt wrote:Rick, imo black is the best color for cars.Rick Farris wrote:Frank . . . These cars are beautiful. In my opinion, black is the only color for this car.kikibalt wrote:
The first car I brought was in 1951 when I was 15 years old, and was
a 1938 4 door Chevy sedan like the one pictured above, paid $50.00
for it. had it all fixed up, new paint, black, most of my cars have been black
A car like this 1940 2 door Chevy is what I had when Connie and I got married in
1954, also black btw, paid $125.00
-Rick
What a beautifull woman through and throughRandyman wrote:Thanks Rick.Jeri appreciated your words.Rick Farris wrote:Another beautiful Mother! Rest her soul.Randyman wrote:
Josephine Gonzalez Huizar
Speaking of mothers....... We were the other day. This is Jeri's mother, Josie. Josie passed away 10 years ago this coming June. She was 79 at the time. She had a heart attack. Jeri was the only one that didn't get to see her before she died. We got to the hospital a minute or two after she passed. That's still hard on her.
Randy
-Rick
No, Rick, sure don't remember that, Felix Chevy. used to run comercials on the fight from the Olympic, the own was a guy name Nick, can't spell his last name.Rick Farris wrote:kikibalt wrote:Rick Farris wrote:
Connie sitting in our 1965 Chevy Impala Super Sport.
Circa-1969
Kit Boursse', my heavyweight stablemate, had a '63 Impala SS in 1969. People might be surprised what that car could be put thru and survive. That was in the days of the Fisher Body on Chevy's.
A quick '63 Impala memory. One afternoon, Kit and I were heading up Roscoe Blvd. in Van Nuys towards Van Nuys Bl. We see a car parked by the curb with flames coming from under the hood, which was open. Kit pulls over, jumos out of his Chevy and pops open the trunk. He grabs a furnture pad out from his trunk and smothers the engine fire with it. Once the fire was out, Kit asks the lady, "Are you alright?" She nods yes. Kit returns to the car with the smoking furniture blanket and kind of shakes it, to rid the smoke. He tosses it in trunk and we take off.
About ten minutes later, we smell smoke. I'm in the passenger seat and turn to face the back seat and see smoke pouring out of the rear radio speaker, which was located right in the middle of the back seats, at the top. We pulled over, and Al pulled smouldering furniture pad out of the trunk. He dosed the flames with water and we left the thing behind a building.
We had fun in that car
-Rick
Had one myself, Rick, "63 SS. brought it at Felix Chevrolet in 1964 for $1,700.00
Felix Chevrolet! I remember those old Felix commercials? Dick Lane did some for awhile, and he even got suspended from TV briefly, after a remark he accidently let slip out on live TV while broadcasting a Felix Chevrolet commercial
-Rick
More and more of my friends are older than me. They threw the mold away with those old timers. God rest their souls.Rick Farris wrote:Randyman wrote:A picture of dignity.kikibalt wrote:
My grandpa, Francisco Baltazar (L) and my dad, Aurelio.
Circa-mid-1970's
Mr Huizar looked like a man who knew who he was and was proud of it....Randyman wrote:
Henry Huizar
This is Jeri's father Henry. He was born in Bexar, Texas in 1907. He was old enough to be Jeri's grandfather. I was very close to him. He passed away in 1991 of cancer. He had 6 daughters and one son. Jeri was his favorite and by association I was his favorite son in law. He made sure everyone knew. He was a very special man. I miss him.
Randy
Also had a Chevy Impala Super Sport '65. This one was red,not pink.Randyman wrote:Frank, my first car was a 1966 Chevy Impala SS. A grayish silver with a black vinyl top. Chrome rims and moons and lowered. I bought it in 1973 for 750.00.kikibalt wrote:
Connie sitting in our 1965 Chevy Impala Super Sport.
Circa-1969
Randy
Another old timer set in his ways...God bless 'emkikibalt wrote:Mr Huizar looked like a man who knew who he was and was proud of it....Randyman wrote:
Henry Huizar
This is Jeri's father Henry. He was born in Bexar, Texas in 1907. He was old enough to be Jeri's grandfather. I was very close to him. He passed away in 1991 of cancer. He had 6 daughters and one son. Jeri was his favorite and by association I was his favorite son in law. He made sure everyone knew. He was a very special man. I miss him.
Randy
dagosd2000 wrote:NOT THE LAST SUPPER
"I knew you had trouble with your liver,but I didn't know it was cancer."
Gato and Barb were at our dinner table . My wife maria made shrimp empanazado and carne asada. I had brought out some fight videos to watch later,but we never got around to watching them. Conversation was enough to entertain us.
"Yes Roger. The last doctor in Las Vegas told me to go home to die."
"Was this at the end of your career?",I asked the Champ.
"No, in the middle ."
Before eating I showed him and Barb the pictures of Jiquilpan. The first set was 40 years old. The second group of pictures were taken last year. There was no difference in the pictures . I was confident my wife would come through with the meal. Cooking is an instinct with her. Gato went on with his story.
"I went to Tijuana. My mother was living there. She saw my swollen stomach. She was afraid."
Gato then started to speak subdued,but with emphasis.
"I wanted to show my mother that I was macho. Not to worry,but I was very sick. They wanted to give me the morphine."
Gato put his head down explaining what happened that night when he went to sleep.
"Riger,I had this dream. A glow and then I saw the Virgin Of Guadalupe. I woke. My body felt all warm."
Gato broke up a little. My wife and Barb were looking at him.He wiped his eye.
"Roger,the swelling went down. I felt stronger."
None of us interjected anything.
"The next day I went to the Guadalupe church in centro. I told God that if he healed me,that I would come back."
Gato gathered himself.
"Later I went back to the doctors in Las Vegas. They told me the cancer had disappeared."
No one could say anything. There was nothing to say.
"Remember the show Sabado Gigante with Don Francisco?"asked Gato. "Well I took the Championship Belt and gave it to the Virgin. It was on TV."
Gato resumed his career winning the Light Weight Championship.
"When I entered the ring that night to fight Carmona I knew I was going to win. I smelled the flowers on Juan Diego's shirt."
My jaw opened.
"Jackie McCoy asked me why I was taking such deep breaths," laughed Gato.
We ate heartily . There were side conversations. My wife liked Gato. My wife knows who to like. Barb was funny. Good to talk with. A lot was discussed. I had forgotten about the fight videos. After a couple of cups of coffee,it was time to leave.
"Remember Roger,we'll go to the fights. We'll sit ringside. Good night amigo. Thank you so very much."
We all gave each other sincere abrazos and the we waved goodby to our friends.
As Gato was driving away and turned the corner, I thought about the story he told about the Virgin Of Guadalupe. The patron saint of Mexico. For there goes another I thought to myself.
El Gato looks HUNGRY.dagosd2000 wrote:
A GOOD TIME BY ALL
dagosd2000 wrote:Another old timer set in his ways...God bless 'emkikibalt wrote:Mr Huizar looked like a man who knew who he was and was proud of it....Randyman wrote:
Henry Huizar
This is Jeri's father Henry. He was born in Bexar, Texas in 1907. He was old enough to be Jeri's grandfather. I was very close to him. He passed away in 1991 of cancer. He had 6 daughters and one son. Jeri was his favorite and by association I was his favorite son in law. He made sure everyone knew. He was a very special man. I miss him.
Randy
Breaking a fighter's spirit . . .kikibalt wrote:
The fight that ruined Joe Medrano. As you can see this was one prolonged beating with 5 knockdowns. I saw this fight and was amazed he kept getting up. It should have been stopped. This was the type of prolonged beating one does not recover from. Not unlike Carmona-Ramos, Gonzalez-Carmona or Nelson-Fenech II. These guys just were not the same. I saw his next fight against Jorge Valenzuela and said 'this is not the same Joe Medrano'. The end of a good prospect.
Rick, the caption under the article was written by Dan., I just posted it.Rick Farris wrote:Breaking a fighter's spirit . . .kikibalt wrote:
The fight that ruined Joe Medrano. As you can see this was one prolonged beating with 5 knockdowns. I saw this fight and was amazed he kept getting up. It should have been stopped. This was the type of prolonged beating one does not recover from. Not unlike Carmona-Ramos, Gonzalez-Carmona or Nelson-Fenech II. These guys just were not the same. I saw his next fight against Jorge Valenzuela and said 'this is not the same Joe Medrano'. The end of a good prospect.
I remember this fight, Frank. I give Joe Medrano a lot of credit, he showed great heart in rising from each knockdown and continuing to fight knowing he had no chance of winning. As you pointed out, one good ass-whipping can ruin a fighter. This is one reason that we have guys that are considered "all time" greats, guys who can get such a whipping and come back and win big against a good fighter on another day.
What boxing fans don't understand is that to destroy a boxer, it isn't about breaking his body, but breaking his spirit. For example, you might remember Marco Antonio Barrera's KO loss to Junior Jones? Barrera fought him again and lost too, but not like the first time. Jones just had his number, but he didn't break Barrera's spirit. He would go on to score the biggest victories of his long career. Then you look at John "The Beast" Mugabi. 28-0 all KO's when he fought Marvin Hagler. The Beast gave his best but Hagler ruined him in later rounds. After this fight, Mugabi wasn't worth a nickle. Marvin broke his spirit.
-Rick Farris
