Bruzilla
Well-Known Member
So, I get off work yesterday and had to drive my 74 Roadrunner over to the body shop to start getting the bodywork and paint done. My daughter drove my Police Interceptor to bring me back in, and she was playing the role of Catwoman at the screening of the new Batman movie at 8:30 last night and had to be at the theater by 5:30, so we were sailing along.
I get off the highway and turn onto the surface streets and poof! The Roadrunner starts sputtering for a few seconds and dies. The cars been running like a top since February, and now, just a mile from the body shop, the engine decides to call it quits. There I am stuck by the road, in the rain, in my dress clothes from work, and no tools. I whistled up my lovely sister-in-law to take my daughter to her engagement, and went off to find a tow.
I went looking for one of those non-chain, been there-done that, repair places and found one just a mile away. I knew I was in the right place when I walked in and the owner asked "what can I do for you young man?" Being 51, I wanted someone older than me who actually would know what a Roadrunner is. I told him my sad story, and he dispatched his tow truck guy to fetch my broken bird while he took me out to the back of his shop and showed me his "kids". He had several old 60's Ford and Chevy racers out there, and a super-nice 69 Roadrunner that he used to race down in Gainesville.
So, my poor car is over there and I'm awaiting to hear when I can go get her and take her over to the body shop.
I get off the highway and turn onto the surface streets and poof! The Roadrunner starts sputtering for a few seconds and dies. The cars been running like a top since February, and now, just a mile from the body shop, the engine decides to call it quits. There I am stuck by the road, in the rain, in my dress clothes from work, and no tools. I whistled up my lovely sister-in-law to take my daughter to her engagement, and went off to find a tow.
I went looking for one of those non-chain, been there-done that, repair places and found one just a mile away. I knew I was in the right place when I walked in and the owner asked "what can I do for you young man?" Being 51, I wanted someone older than me who actually would know what a Roadrunner is. I told him my sad story, and he dispatched his tow truck guy to fetch my broken bird while he took me out to the back of his shop and showed me his "kids". He had several old 60's Ford and Chevy racers out there, and a super-nice 69 Roadrunner that he used to race down in Gainesville.
So, my poor car is over there and I'm awaiting to hear when I can go get her and take her over to the body shop.