Having said that, I have to confess I haven't got a G.D. clue about what should be the object of my affections and longings. In my twisted mind the Scab (my 1973 ‘Roidrunner') is already finished. Heck, all I need is the passenger side quart er (I know where there's one in NC and it's just a matter of trekking down and cutting it off the car - I even have the other side sold to a guy in New York!). The bodyman has been picked and either his designated painter or Stewball LeGoon (Stewart Logan ) will be conscripted to apply the requisite cyanide-based acrylic enamel. Then the stripes, which Stew will do, for ‘considerations.' The original Magnums will go back on ‘er, no decision on tires yet (BFGs?) And the interior needs some work (new carpet, front seat covers, headliner) but hey, phone our supporter Year One Inc. and the stuff's here in a couple of weeks. ( I don't wanna talk about the Canadian dollar though...)
So I want to look down the road, being the insatiable car slut (sorry again...) that I am and I'm sure many of you are in the same boat. But unfortunately I don't have a favourite car!!!! I used to think I did and maybe I did at certain times but t he last couple of years there has been a restlessness (or similar) to my tours, treks and junkyard crawlin'. What the hell am I looking for? Not a damn clue.
Stewball has lit my fires with his quest for a ‘69 Plymouth B body convertible. I thought "Hey, great idea, I should have one too!" But ever the black sheep, I have decided no, that's not very original. A convertible, perhaps, but not the identical one to M. LeGoon's. I think maybe a Sport Satellite? Granny is sort of cloned after one, or a cross between that and the Sleeper concept. But what? I scan MCG monthly as well as the publication Old Car Trader and the closest I've come to Nirvana was that legend ary 1970 Fury GT 440 car that sold before the issue hit the news stands some months back. $1,100!!! Even I can afford that! But the hunt or the longing returns, okay, a convertible, but Plymouth, Dodge, Desoto, Chrysler, and what era? Which engine? I dunn o. It'll have to just up and grab me by the collar somewhere some day, inviting the smitten to ‘take home this kitten.' Until then, I stumble along, confused and anxious to be seduced.