Yesterday, while I was away with my dad at a swapmeet, lots of excitement was happening back home. Recently we put our 1986 Buick Regal up for sale in the front yard. Even though it was still a good car and we all enjoyed it, it was giving us all to much of a headache to be worth keeping. While we were away we had a trade from the Regal to a 1969 Pontiac Acadian. Because Dave and I were both up in Ancaster, we had to give my brother a call, and despite the fact that he'd been working midnights, so it was the middle of his night, he got up to help make the swap before my mom came home from work. We were both excited as we kept receiving messages and calls from back home as the process was occurring, all while doing our best to sell parts to customers old and new. The drive home was exciting, and tiring. Trying to find the regal to give it a proper goodbye while passing on the 401 and failing and wondering just what awaited us in the driveway at home gave us the jitters in our already almost delirious state. Upon arrival, the car stood in the driveway, a lovely shade of green (I feel like all Acadians must be green for at least a small portion of their lives, or at least that's what it seems like). It runs, as long as you know how to start a carburated car, and we hope to have it on the road as a summer fun car by the upcoming weekend. It may not be the prettiest car you've ever seen, but it's something to keep me going until my Nova is finished, and hopefully will be a decent donor car as well.
(I don't know why this wasn't published earlier, but better late than never is what they always say)
Well, this past weekend was a lot of fun, finally getting to drive down the track. August 3, 2013 was Windsor Weekend at Grand Bend Dragway and, despite the rain on Friday, turned out to be an all-round amazing weekend. Almost all the cars were breaking out and running faster than expected on Saturday due to the warm air and nice tailwind down the track. Luckily, I was one of the many racers that got to traverse down the 1/4 mile of asphalt. Driving in the Ladies Trophy class in our 1967 C10 Pick-up that we drove up there as well, my first run down the track I had my dad in beside me and the attendant at the starting line thought I was crazy. With my first run being just over 20, and my fastest time breaking 17 seconds, I was ecstatic at the 4 second increase in my time, and the improvement of my reflexes at the tree. Although I didn't get anywhere, mostly because as it got cold, the truck didn't run quite as well for me, it was still an amazing time and I can't wait until my 68 Nova's on the road to take it down the strip. And hopefully my dad will let me take the truck back down the track again this year while I wait. |
AuthorHolley is 24 years old and has been around Cars her entire life. She is a big help to the business and does a lot of the computer work. She wishes she had more time for the fun things in life, like working on her nova, but work seems to take too much time. Archives
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