Len and I have been working on my GN fixing various things for the past few weeks. We have the car run smoothly, it just occasionally shuts off and now the A/C stopped working agian.
Now on my 7th alternator (trying the '96 Impala one this time), I decided to go cruising last night.
Here in Vegas, we have this straight street that slants along the valley, roughly 12 miles long. Fortunately, the car is running fine and I'm just gliding along with traffic.
Then I see it! Imagine if you will, a primer gray '32 Roadster with rear slicks as wide as Texas. He's got the straight pipes that come straight off the block and then bend up like a dragster. Blower whine that could drown out a 747 take-off. YES! Finally something worthwhile!
So I watch him bob and weave in traffic for a couple of miles, and decide to catch up. Sure enough we get the light together.
I pedal it just enough to break the tires looses and then let up, giving him time to lay into it himself. He's about 1/2 a car back on me when he floors it. Naturally, I return the favor. Spinning in the top of first, fish tailing in 2nd, didn't matter, he couldn't catch me. He gave up in about an 1/8th mile.
Oh what a thrill to have some fun with something other than a Honda. I would've like to have known more about the car, but he turned off a couple of miles later.
Now on my 7th alternator (trying the '96 Impala one this time), I decided to go cruising last night.
Here in Vegas, we have this straight street that slants along the valley, roughly 12 miles long. Fortunately, the car is running fine and I'm just gliding along with traffic.
Then I see it! Imagine if you will, a primer gray '32 Roadster with rear slicks as wide as Texas. He's got the straight pipes that come straight off the block and then bend up like a dragster. Blower whine that could drown out a 747 take-off. YES! Finally something worthwhile!
So I watch him bob and weave in traffic for a couple of miles, and decide to catch up. Sure enough we get the light together.
I pedal it just enough to break the tires looses and then let up, giving him time to lay into it himself. He's about 1/2 a car back on me when he floors it. Naturally, I return the favor. Spinning in the top of first, fish tailing in 2nd, didn't matter, he couldn't catch me. He gave up in about an 1/8th mile.
Oh what a thrill to have some fun with something other than a Honda. I would've like to have known more about the car, but he turned off a couple of miles later.