It sounds stupid, but I don't I now if I can pint the car. I want to go silver, and then started thinking about the 4,000 variations, ugh. I need new tires fairly soon, I did a few burnouts at the informal get together in August, the last one as I left. I thought I had a flat, it took a few miles to get the tire to, form again? Idk, it was rough. They are at least 40 years old, are hard as granite, and leave a lot for handling on poor roads. It's tough finding 15" slots, non unilug, for anything less than a new rims. And everything I've found is rough. I'll go with Rocket Injector wheels in the as cast finish, shiny isn't what my car is about. When I bring it to a show, I'm still surprised how someone will take a quick glance at a way nicer car, then stop and look my car over for a lot longer than I would have thought. The all makes show I attend in September, I parked, registered , and came back to a 69 Road Runner with a Hemi beside me, a nice car, not original drivetrain (tool me 3 years of car shows to see the vin, no fender tag). As I wandered around the show I'd walk the area around my car and people weren't giving a second glance to the Runner. That made my day! I think I'll do whatever body work is required for the lower quarters, seal it, prime it and spray some flat clear over it. I even talked to my insurance guy, and if I covered it with flat clear I could get full coverage. Yep, I'm cruising with only liability. But before I get read the riot act, I live in farm country, with little to no traffic. I only go to a few shows and have highway driving the whole way. I can go for a 25-30 mile cruise and see a handful of cars. And because I know the brakes aren't perfect and a host of other things, mostly "trust no one Dr. Jones", I drive with an attentive attitude. Plus in general I pass every car I come upon, I hat can I say, she likes to stretch her legs!
Little story from when I lived with those brothers. We had a two lane highway running through town, with a four lane passing zone west of town, what I called my "test strip", sounded good. Anywho, I'd take the Polara out for some gas pedal stomping trials, once heading west, then heading east. I'd get the car up to 100 then let off, turn around, repeat, back her down to 5 over and go back home. Almost every time, I would pass a sheriff on the way back home after my "test" was over. Uncanny. A bit irresponsible, sure, but it was nice to check things out, transmission, engine, carb tuning, whatever we messed with. It doesn't like that anymore, with those tires being the reason, it starts shaking a little bit more than I like. I was 1/3 younger and dumber then. Maybe just the younger part? I'm not sure, as they say, "you never grow up, you never grow old".[
