Beck Speedster question

The history is interesting, especially as it relates to Chuck, Kevin, and the Brazilian forays. I've always wondered about the "Special Edition" name - now I know.

I think the international component is what makes the entire thing a bit exotic to the rest of us schlubs. The history of most small businesses would be pretty boring in comparison. At least mine is.

Intermeccanica started in Italy, moved to LA in the '70s and Vancouver in the '80s. Beck/Special Edition, etc. spanned 2 countries and 2 planets (Kalifornia and earth), eventually landing in "BFE" Indiana. It's a kind of "man bites dog" story that I think is really interesting. I love that it's a tale of a company that farmed production to a second-world place for economic reasons, but ended up moving all production back to the heartland of 'murica, with small-town craftsman producing world-class bespoke automobiles. We're constantly told that sort of thing is not possible in 2022.

Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.

i like it that Chuck Beck is a crusty chain smoking octogenarian with more fresh ideas than the average mid-sized company, and that he's still welding and fabricating long after most guys his age have toddled off the Shady Acres Home.

I like it that Carey is buying up blocks of Buttscratch, Nowhere to expand his operation. I love that he's doubled and redoubled the size of his operation, and he still can't keep up.

I love this hobby.

Do people still smoke pipes?

I did when I was in college many decades ago after I quit cigarettes.  There is a whole lot involved - selecting pipes to buy, selecting tobacco, cleaning and reaming the pipes, packing the tobacco into the pipe, and lighting it with a special pipe lighter.

Or.....    You could be like my uncle Waldo and just chew "Day's Work" chewing tobacco.

Or "Mail Pouch" if you're from the Mid-West.

Your choice, but there's not much to do - Bite off a chunk and start chewin'.

And for God's sake, DON'T SWALLOW THAT STUFF!

Working summers when I was in college I worked for Ralston Purina Company. Smoking was forbidden because it could cause explosions.  So, a lot of people chewed. Occasionally they would offer me some.  It would upset my mother to see me walk out after work chewing.

Sometimes people would cheat and smoke anyway.  One time I was in a little restroom off a stair landing.  I was sitting on the toilet having a cigarette.  I thought I heard someone coming and went to drop the cigarette between my legs into the toilet. Unfortunately, I burned myself.

Been a pipe smoker for 54 years.  Started with a pipe of my grandfather's and now I own at least twenty good ones.  Not much more relaxing than sittin' on the side porch, puffin' away in the summer air. 

I still remember the smell of my Dad's pipes in their little round rack on the mantle.  He kept them years after he quite smoking.

@Bob: IM S6 posted:

Been a pipe smoker for 54 years.  Started with a pipe of my grandfather's and now I own at least twenty good ones.  Not much more relaxing than sittin' on the side porch, puffin' away in the summer air.

Briar pipes and Amphora tobacco used to be my favourite it's been a while since I smoked one  loved the smell.

@Lane Anderson posted:

I still remember the smell of my Dad's pipes in their little round rack on the mantle.  He kept them years after he quite smoking.

Mine too!

True story:

Hanging out on the beach in Jamaica with my ex-wife and a couple friends. They are trying to roll a joint, very unsuccessfully. I pick up a paper and drop some buds in and roll a perfectly round and tight joint. Watching three jaws drop simultaneously? Priceless!

I don't smoke ANYTHING as most of you know. Beer and spirits is another story though.

So how do I know how to roll? I used to watch my great-grandfather roll cigarettes when I was like 4 or something. He had a great big tin of tobacco and chainsmoked. I had no idea that memory stuck with me. It simply popped into my mind while drunk in Jamaica, watching them struggle! LOL!

I rolled a lot that week.

Saw a You-Tube of Chuck driving a 604 around teh Talladega track for his 82nd Birthday - that was 2019 so he must be about 85 now! 

https://www.bing.com/videos/se...0C28B0&FORM=VIRE

My dad smoked a pipe until he was 70. I inherited his pipes and his last pouch of cherry special blend. There were many hours I worked on the speedster with a cold pipe between my teeth. It surely helped me work better.

I have many fond memories of both my Father and Grandfather smoking pipes. I too loved the smell of the tobacco. Both also chewed tobacco, a nasty habit ! My Dads choice was Copenhagen in the tin, but my Gramps chewed plug tobacco. He would sometimes dry his chewed plug on the window sill when he was a little short on money and the smoke it in his pipe. Got his money's worth from his chew. Anyway, I ended with both of their pipe collections. My Grandfather was a fur trader for the Hudsons Bay Co. and spoke seven languages. He would trade pipes with other traders and ended up with pipes from all over the world. My Dad loved classic pipes like Dunhills and later the freeform pipes from Italy and Denmark. I don't smoke but I have 60 or so pipes that I inherited  and a few of my own that I will display someday. I love all the styles and woodwork. As close as I get to a pipe in my mouth is a plastic wire tie or toothpick that I manage to keep there most of the day while working on a car or projects.

Man did this thread get off topic.

Such is the SOC...

@WOLFGANG posted:

Saw a You-Tube of Chuck driving a 604 around teh Talladega track for his 82nd Birthday - that was 2019 so he must be about 85 now!

https://www.bing.com/videos/se...0C28B0&FORM=VIRE

Tradition is to rent little Tally every year for Chuck's birthday.  I didn't make it out in time for the track that year but did the previous and subsequent years.  The cream coupe at the end of the video is mine.  Yes, Chuck is 85 this March, and someone already had the track rented for "test and tune" but they are letting us come out and play with them.  I sold Chuck's mule 904 to a guy in the Czech Republic, but he has his  hopped up Lister he'll be piloting this year (the white V8 car, not the green V12 car).

@Stan Galat thanks.  It's a strange little hobby/career, but I wouldn't change it for the world...

Et al.  My father has threatened to write a book as he moves further into retirement.  I'd like to see it happen to.  For those of you who know Chuck in person, he starts every story with "It was funny"...  I expect to see that tired into the book title somehow.  :-)

My dad smoked a pipe for many many years. He likely started in the mid-fifties and continued until the mid-eighties. He also smoked cigarettes as did my mom. They both quit smoking altogether some time in the 80's. Lung cancer eventually took her life in 2007 but I'm sure quitting helped prolong her life. Both of their parents smoked cigarettes which is where they probably picked up the habit. I couldn't stand the smell of the cigarettes and even as a small child and I would let them know I didn't like it. They did their best not to smoke too much around us which was nice.

My dad's pipe was another matter. I liked the aroma that drifted from the pipe and you could always tell when he was in the house. Although, once, as a small child, I picked up the empty pipe from the ashtray, put it in my mouth, and drew back on the stem with a deep inhale. I just about puked right there on the spot. Apparently drawing on an empty pipe was nothing like smoking a pipe filled with good flavored tobacco. My dad smoked Borkum Riff Bourbon Whiskey and Borkum Riff Black Cavendish. Based on some pipes I looked at online I'd say he had Carey brand pipes and also some Dr. Grabow Pipes, They Need No Breaking In. He bought the tobacco in the tins and we took the empty tins to store our treasures in. This was when the lid for the tin was metal. He also smoked Amphora Extra Mild Cavendish.

There are numerous family photos from when we were all growing up. All of us kids would be in the family room, usually in our underwear that we wore as pajamas. The black and white would be on but no one was watching because we were all reading one book or another and my dad would be in his chair reading the daily paper. Interesting side-note is that no one in my family took up smoking. My brother has dabbled with a cigar once or twice a yer but no one smoked cigarettes and no one took up the pipe. For me it was probably that drag on his empty pipe that did it for me.

Both my mother and father smoked in the house as that was the norm but at times it looked like it would be best to low crawl to my room. Back then men still wore cuffed trousers and on occasion would use the cuff for an ashtray so on one particular Saturday my Dad's friend Steve visited and they are all were puffing away in the living room when Dad pipes up and say's "Hey Steve you're pants are on fire"   ...........Me, I never smoked.

I grew up with the same experience. Both parents chain smoked in the house and in their cars. Wintertime was especially terrible having both parents smoking with all the windows rolled up. I remember my two brothers and myself all crying and complaining about the smoke as we coughed and suffered with burning eyes, getting the response to sit down and shut up. I never smoked because of my hate of cigarettes. I walked around every day of my life until I moved out smelling like a dirty ashtray from all the concentrated smoke and never realized it until I started dating a girl whose family were nonsmokers. Nicotine addiction no doubt caused my parents to ignore the facts as they came to light in the mid 70's but they remained in denial of the danger they exposed their self's and children too every day.  When my parents started smoking it was the norm in society. I still have to think common sense would tell you it wasn't a healthy thing to do, but this was the excuse they used. My mother was the heavier smoker and passed from cancer 6 years ago at 78. My dad still smokes every day and night and is 85 now and has been a smoker for 73 years. Go figure. He has been a perfect customer to the tobacco industry. I used to ask smokers I knew if they were sorry they started smoking, each and every one of them said they were. Addiction is a bitch. Sorry for the long post, Alan's post brought up some strong emotions.

I have a similar story, Jimmy.  As a small child in the 50's and 60's my parents and most of their friends smoked.  When the first Surgeon General's report came out about the negative affects my Dad quit cold turkey and never smoked again.  Still, he had smoked for decades and the damage was done.  He was taken by emphysema at 81 in 1987.  I had a half brother who also passed from emphysema in his 70s, only a few years after Dad died.  My Mom continued to smoke even when Dad was on oxygen (!) as she just couldn't break the addiction.  I remember all of the paintings (Dad's Mom was an artist) and the TV screen in the house being covered with a tarry film that was nasty to remove on the TV and impossible on the paintings.  Only a few of the latter were salvageable.  I would visit her weekly and when I got home I would have to hang my clothes in the garage or put them in the dryer to get rid of the smell.  She eventually quit when she became bed ridden from rheumatoid arthritis that was exacerbated by her smoking.  She passed from COPD at 80 in 2002.  Given how poorly they took care of themselves and the fact that they both made it to 80 or more gives me hope that I will last a bit longer.

My brother smoked for years but I was never attracted to the habit.  Blegh!

Back towards original topic -

What a great 20x24' mural on Beck's showroom wall.

BECK Speedster, BECK Spyder, BECK Roadster and BECK GTS

My Beck Speedster smoked a little if I really got on it.