5/7/09

Sunday, it was decided, that I'd go have lunch with mom after church. Larry Shuttlebus called around 1100 h to see if I was going to the Gun Show. I told him I could not due to (tee hee, I said doo-doo!) the aforementioned lunch and the fact I needed to clean up the shop so they could do some electrical work. While I was shaving, Roger called to see if I wanted to go have barbecue with him. I told him the same thing I'd told Larry. Eventually mom came home and we went to Saltgrass for some cow. When we got home I changed into work clothes and headed to the shop. The cleanup went quicker than I thought it would and I considered picking up some more trash. I did take one bag and the bag from the trash can out but the dude requesting the cleanup arrived to check my work. Once he was satisfied that he could get to the breaker box, I called it quits. I went home and changed back into “goin’ out in public” clothes. I watched TV for an hour or two then got ready for the first Sunday car thing. I moved Fifi to the street, rolled Ms. Clio back to the end of the driveway, and rolled Shichi outside. I locked up the house, hopped in, and fired the car up. It just almost settled into a nice rumpety idle at a tick over 1,000 rpm. I did have to blip the throttle from time to time, but that is how I'd like it to idle. Of course as soon as it got up to temperature, it wanted to die. I guess it loads up the plugs or something. I rolled out to the street and took off. Oh yeah, I'm going to get used to this! She zipped on up my street and idled too fast at the stop sign. Fortunately there wasn’t anyone coming so I took off again. I ripped up the access road and caught the green light at Hwy 80, Spur 580, Camp Bowie West, or whatever the hell they are calling that road today. She shot up to freeway speed and eventually I got to the entrance ramp. I whipped onto the freeway and took the I-30 exit at a good clip and rolled into the throttle onto the merge. I didn’t even bother with fifth gear as fourth wasn’t all that revved out. I tooled along and whipped past a few slack jawed yokels eye-ballin’ my ride. Yeah, that car is fun! I got to the Purple cow to find John talking to some dudes. One had a second generation “See Our Wrecks” and the other a first generation “Our Wrecks Heaven.” Think about them, you’ll get it eventually. I backed into a spot and got out. We all chatted a bit and a few others showed up. We had a few interlopers between the cars so those of us at the crowded end moved down the parking lot to join the others. Eventually, thirteen cars showed up, even though we’re not counting one “Mister Two” and just barely giving the benefit of the doubt to a couple Supras on the official tally. Jeff with another “Mister Two,” the “See Our Wrecks” dude, and I went in to the Purple cow for the sit down portion of the event. After a few more folks left, John and some of the others finally came in to join us. We ate and talked and had a good time of it. Unfortunately, there weren’t any waitresses that night, only hairy legged boys. That just ain’t right. So once everyone had eaten, we all piled back into our cars and headed out. It had cooled off significantly so I was glad for the sweatshirt thingy I had put on before leaving home. It wasn’t as bad as the December or January events, but it was a tad cool driving home. About halfway home, I decided to see if fifth gear was useable. I romped on it and got her up to about eighty five then hit fifth. She immediately began to slow down no matter how much throttle I gave her. I double clutched a downshift to fourth and hooned on at about seventy five or so. At the house I left the engine running while I opened the door then pulled in and shut her down. All in all, it was a good event. Well, that about sums up the weekend. Unfortunately, I just realized I entered this on Wednesday and won’t be sending it to Spiderman until tomorrow. I wonder what I'm going to do at my desk all day tomorrow.