Hi gang, hope all's well! I don't know about you folks but a lot has happened on my end since last month's Driver's Seat. Let's see, I indeed made it home from Colorado behind the wheel of Candy's new project car (a '60 Catalina two-door hardtop). The trip wasn't without a bit of drama but, all in all, it went rather well.
I made it in about 18 hours, driving straight through, and the car managed to stay together until I got home to SoCal. Unfortunately, the morning after I got home, the tired old Hydromatic bit the dust-though it did leave me with low and reverse so I can at least jockey it into position in my driveway/work space/suburban boneyard. Aside from my near constant conversation, cajoling, "that a girl," and pleading with that ol' Hydromatic not to let me down, the most entertaining part of the trip came that evening when the temperature cooled off enough to roll up the windows for a while. Shortly after I did so it got a bit stuffy so I reached down and opened the outside air vents-well, it did help a bit by letting some fresh air into the cabin, but along with that sweet Rocky Mountain air came a near constant blast of white fluff! And I don't mean just a few tufts-I'm talkin' drivin' a snow globe on wheels kind of situation. Apparently the mice that'd been devouring the rear seat cushions were simultaneously stripping it and hauling the stuffing into the kick panel vents, where they were constructing condos. At any rate I survived, though I'm sure the folks at my next gas stop must of thought I was on the losing end of a pretty nasty pillow fight.
About a week after that adventure I was ready for another, so upon an invite from my pal (and publisher) Tim Foss to join the STREET RODDER gang on a leg of the Road Tour I happily agreed to a road trip from SoCal to the NSRA Street Rod Nationals in Louisville, Kentucky. Only this time I'd at least be behind the wheel of my freshly driveable but thereto untested '29 Model A pickup. Hey, what the heck? Where's the sense of road trip adventure when you're sure you're gonna make it? Heck, I figured I had a 50-50 shot, and I'd been up against worse odds in the past and usually came out on top. Though, not this time ...
The first part of trip, say the first two hours or so, were uneventful. The balance wasn't. In fact, me and my pickup only made it to about 100 miles west of Oklahoma City-well, I actually made it all the way to our destination (thanks to a kind offer of a ride by trip-mate Ed Zinke), it was the Model A that bought the farm in Oklahoma.
Anyway, I'll elaborate a bit more next month in my Nationals event coverage and try and share some images as well as my tale of what happened on the trip on the CLASSIC TRUCKS website in the next few days.