I’m in love with my car, gotta feel for my automobile

Rosco

A few weeks back I finally stopped procrastinating and dealt with my 1971 Cutlass Supreme.

The car had been sitting idle for over a year in the garage. A dead battery and a few VERY low tires. I just kept putting it off over the summer as I was reluctant to dig in and try to get the beast running, not sure if there might be more problems or not.

When the weather turned cooler a few weeks ago I pulled the battery and got a new one. After installing it into the car and airing up the tires I tried starting the beast.

At first it did not seem that it was going to happen. The engine was turning over but not starting up. After a few pumps on the gas peddle I tried again and the engine roared to life.

I fully expected it to blow a cloud of black smoke and run rough but the car did neither. After a few revs of the engine it settled into it’s gentle 3/4 cam lope and I was able to back out of the garage.

The car had a pretty good sized layer of dust and some other artifacts from sitting up in the garage. I got the hose and some towels and set to clean things up.

Once the car was presentable again I took it for a spin and was quite pleased with how well it was running. The weather was very convertible friendly and the driving was most pleasant.

I took the car out again today. It’s amazing to drive around with the top down in the middle of November.

If the weather holds Cynthia and should be able to have our traditional Christmas eve drive down Westheimer from the Beltway to the Montrose with our Santa hats on. It’s quite a spectacle.

Beware the wrath of Cynthia

As you can tell from previous writings, when Cynthia decides to prank someone it can be quite an event. Now imagine if you actually antagonized her.

Case in point:

Just about every Sunday, our good friend Jim comes over to the house. Cynthia cooks a nice meal and we watch the Simpsons and have a nice conversation. After that, Cynthia and Jim retire to the dining room to play dominoes. It’s a two out of three competition and the winner is dubbed the “Domino Queen” for the week. The loser is, in essence, the domino peasant.

The last time Jim was here he won the domino game and went home with the title. As of right now, Jim is the reigning “Domino Queen.”

For the last several weeks Jim has been unable to come over due to various band gigs and other commitments. At one point I was talking to Jim and expressing Cynthia’s anxiousness to have a shot and winning back the title. Jim responded as the Domino Monarch and indicated that Cynthia, as the domino peasant, would have to be content with “grubbing for potatoes” for another week.

When I relayed this back to Cynthia she was indignant and then and there decided that she would place a potato curse on Jim.

The first strike was a potato voodoo doll made from a real potato that she delivered to Jim with the curse. The second strike is tonight.

Jim’s coming over for dinner here shortly. Cynthia has prepared the following menu:

Potato chips with potato dip
Potato salad
Potato bread
Mashed potatoes and gravy
Pot roast with potatoes
Veggies with bits of potato mixed in

And for desert?

Home made sweet potato cake.

That’s a lot of “potato grubbin”…It’s going to be a starchy evening.

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