4/27/15

I am happy as a little giiiiiirrrrrrrl right now!  As I mentioned a few weeks ago, John was going to sell Scooby Two, not let me near the money, and find a cabover van for me.  This has happened.  I got an e-mail from him last week asking about a Falcon Econoline on Craigslist.  It looked a bit rough but was not a bad price.  Patrick and John conferred on the matter and decided that they would go beat the guy up on price and drag the thing home for me.  I agreed and then John found another E-line at about half the price of the other.  He sent me the link and we discussed it in e-mail and text.  I said something to the effect of, “I’m in” and fingered we’d discuss it some more this coming weekend.  Well, I got a call from John yesterday while I was out hooning in Fiona.  He said, “How worried are you about some pin-hole rust?”  I asked for an explanation and he said the floors of the foot well have some “shot gun” rust.  I asked to compare it to the holes we just filled in the Chickenhawk floor and was assured it was way less severe.  I said, “At that price,” fingering it was the cheaper van, “it doesn’t scare me off.”  “Ok, I’ll see what I can do,” he replied.  Now mind you, I’m out hooning so I’m not using all of my faculties for this conversation.  It wasn’t until we hung up that it dawned on me that he was probably standing next to the van!  Five to ten minutes later I get a text saying, “You own a van.”  I was giddy.  Giddy to the point that it was probably half an hour or more later that I thought to ask, “Are y’all dragging it to the shop today?”  “Yup,” was the reply.  I asked, “ETA?” and was told 20 minutes.  I was standing at the gun counter of Gander Mountain on Quebec Street.  As I headed to the car, I texted back, “I’d better haul ass!” which I then did.  Exactly 20 minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot of the shop and waited for them.  They pulled in and it was a glorious thing.  My 1962 Ford Falcon Econoline Van sitting atop Patrick’s wrecker looked so friggin’ awesome!  I looked under it as much as I could before he dropped it in front of the shop… where we all had a good look at it.  I’m so happy!  For some reason I didn’t get as sloppy emotional as John expected so he kept asking, “You would tell me if you weren’t happy, right?”  I want put an L-28 six cylinder from a 280Z in it with a four barrel carb and headers.  John wants to try and make the Ford donk work.  Patrick just shakes his head at us.  So, now the biggest problem I foresee is trying to not let it cut in line ahead of finishing the Chickenhawk.  And I think we just came up with the thing’s name… for the time being at least.  Henceforth, until something else comes along, I christen thee: Biggly Wiggly!