Ya just gotta drive them!

When I first got my car four years ago, it spent most of its time locked in the garage, safe and out of the weather. I spent a lot of time polishing and buffing and admiring and worrying. What if I got a door ding? What if it started raining? What the hell was I thinking? I took the street out of my street rod!

This summer, the street is back in my street rod. We have been to Portland, Seattle, and most recently to Yountville (Napa Valley) to visit my son and his lady. We have been rained on, parked outside over night and dripped on by trees. We drove thru a herd of butterflies and painted the front yellow. Mostly yellow anyway. It all washes off and/or cleans up fine. The memories will last forever.

When my cars are handed down to my son, they may again need a frame off restoration. At best they will need tires and an oil change.

Drive safe, and often...

John

Al Gore is a moron

Al Gore's Ethanol is eating my fuel system. Global warming? Al, that's just the heat coming from all the people whose lawnmowers, chainsaws, and hot rods you have screwed (word substitution) up. If I am required to run alcohol on the street I'm going to drive a dragster. Hey Al, how about filling your Prius with nitromethane and see what happens!

Why the rant? I missed a cruze because of a plugged fuel system. I can fix it, and there will be other cruzes. This isn't the end of the world. I'm just pissed because this is so unnecessary.

Hey Al, kiss my tail pipe...

John

Smart car?

I saw one of those smart cars on the freeway yesterday. It was being followed closely by a UPS semi at freeway speed, and I gotta' say, that just didn't look very smart to me. It left me with an image burned into my brain of a bicycle trying to outrun an AMTRAK train. Look at this thing. It looks like it has been smacked a couple of times already.

Now I'm all for saving the planet. I recycle stuff. Junk mail. (unopened insurance/credit card/AARP crap) Beer cans. (see picture) I'm just not ready to risk my life for the cause.

In Oregon, we are forced to use a 10% mixture of alcohol in our gas. I have been told it takes approximately one gallon of fossil fuel to make one gallon of alcohol. Now consider one gallon of alcohol and nine gallons of gas will take you as far down the road as nine gallons of gas alone, what have we gained? Nothing! (net loss of approximately 10%) The damage to older cars done by this unnecessary mixture, can be expensive. It also separates and becomes useless, if allowed to set for any length of time, as it will in a collector car that is not driven frequently.

I'll do my part for the planet. However, you will never see this old baby boomer flying down the freeway in a beer can/bicycle. And I found a place to get good gas...

Drive safe

John

Temporary Hotrod

The big block project is on hold. I'm still waiting for my stimulus check from Obama. He may be a little pissed because I voted for McCain, however with out that check (or a job), no big block. I'll just be content with the six banger...





Well, I told myself that anyway. The old stovebolt was a good engine, it was just so slow. And quiet. Slow and quiet just don't do it for me. This little small block should be able to fill the neighborhood full of tire smoke. And the M21 four speed will be a lot more fun than the three on the tree.
John

The ones who didn't come home

We have all heard the story about the old lady who had an old car tucked away in the barn or garage. Under an old tarp and covered with dust and boxes, it is discovered by a friend of a friend who just happened to be passing by. Or the add in the paper for a '66 Chevrolet... $600.00. It always turns out to be a vette, or other highly desirable muscle car, and the old lady has no idea of the actual value of the vehicle. "It's pretty old, and it hasn't been started in years",she says, "but it was running when he parked it in there" It belonged to her son who never came home from the war.

This story is not about the car. Most of you knew that already. This story is about her son and all of the sons, and brothers, and fathers who didn't come home. Dreams parked under an old tarp by a young car guy who had another job to do first.

This weekend, we remember them. The ones who didn't come home, and all the young men and women who have served their country, and the ones who serve today. If you are at a show and hear "the story", remember, one of the cars you are admiring, may have belonged to a car guy who didn't come home.

John

Stealing Danny's hubcaps

We liked Danny. Everyone liked Danny because he was cool. He was older than us and had a car so he was real cool. He had a temper sometimes, and you could see it every time we stole his hubcaps. He had four bar flipper caps, kind of like the ones on Randy's car in the picture. I don't remember his car real well, but then I never had his car in my wall locker.

We never kept his caps very long. Just long enough for him to quit yelling about what he was going to do SOB's that stole his caps when he caught them. We never said anything, we would just put them back in his car when he wasn't around. One time we put them back on, but we put rocks under them. When I finally got a car my senior year, I didn't put hubcaps on it. Flippers were cool, but there were a lot of SOB's in that school.

Danny is gone now. He had a heart attack and died way too young. I hope it wasn't stress from high school. I miss you Danny,and if you're reading this, the rocks were Jim's idea.

John

The wreck of a porn star

Maybe I should explain. I'm not bragging, and it really wasn't much of a wreck. My brother started calling the Eldorado the "32 valve porn star" when I put the wheels on it and the name stuck. I don't even know any porn stars, all tho my second wife may have made career choices that I was not aware of at the time.

The wreck. Like I said, it really wasn't much of a wreck. I was stopped at a light when an old man in a one ton Ford pick-up failed to stop. He had at least a half of a mile of unobstructed dry pavement in broad daylight to get stopped, but apparently he required more than that. He was quite apologetic, and noted "that's a really nice car" I said "Crap, you should have seen it before you got here"

It is in the shop now getting fixed. I have been trying to sell it, and if he had hit it a little harder, I would now have a little red Corvette sitting in the garage. Maybe next time... Drive safe.

John