I don't know what it is about old cars and trucks, but when it comes to classics I seem to have absolutely no control over my actions.
Here I sit at the little table in my room at the Best Western up here in Loveland, Colorado, pecking away at my laptop trying to make some pages so I have a shot at meeting the deadline for this issue. The reason I'm starting to sweat this issue's deadline is that it's Sunday afternoon, and the deadline is Wednesday. I flew to Colorado to cover the Goodguys event (which you'll see next issue, by the way) and pick the latest CLASSIC TRUCKS Finest Five picks. No problem. I should be able to wrap up the last pages and cover blurbs for this issue when I get back to the office Tuesday morning-having all day Tuesday and Wednesday to get it done. Well, it looks like that ain't going to happen ...
Being who and what I am, I managed to run across a good deal at the show. Normally things like that aren't a big deal-find a good buy at the swap meet and sweet talk one of any number of SoCal vendors present at the shows into bringing home the booty in their show trailer along with their displays. This time though it wasn't a set of headlight bezels or a neat old pair of vintage valve covers. This time I found something a bit more bulky-a '60 Pontiac Catalina hardtop. Not the kind of thing you could toss in the corner of a friend's truck or trailer. There lies my dilemma. I'm supposed to fly out in the morning (Monday) and be in the office bright and early on Tuesday. Unfortunately the airline frowns upon '60 Catalinas as carry-on luggage. It looks as though I'll be driving home to Riverside, California, from Denver-not quite as quickly as a 737 either I might add.
So I guess my Sunday afternoon, evening, and most of the night is now going to be spent on this keyboard rather than my customary post-event steak dinner and evening in front of the TV before heading home. Heck, even doing this I'll actually be really lucky if I indeed make deadline. Luckily, there is a bit of a cushion in that respect, but it's one I've always prided myself on not using-that is unless there's an emergency. In my book a great deal on a cool car or truck qualifies. Right?
Now, you might wonder what the heck the editor of CT is doing buying a car on the spur of the moment rather than a pickup for crying out loud. Well, this huge hunk of iron is actually my wife's new project (I'm a lucky guy, ain't I). It's been just about a year since she finished building her '27 T roadster, and though she loved building it and really enjoys driving it, a little '27 T just doesn't have the ride and comfort of her previous car-a '63 Buick Riviera. And besides, this means that the '57 small-window will now, hopefully, become my future everyday driver rather than hers as first determined-so all's well that ends well.
Anyway, I guess I better get cracking. I've got two tech stories and cover blurbs to complete before I jump behind the wheel of a 50-year-old car that I've so far only testdriven five miles in and make a roughly 1,200-mile road trip home.
You'll know that I made it if this issue has stories on every page-if ya find your copy contains about 10 blank pages you'll know to look for me on the side of the freeway somewhere between Denver and Riverside. Wish me luck!