I think that there were four things that Darrell liked to do. First and foremost, he liked to drive this car.
Second, he was involved in charity work:
Third, he liked to gamble a little:
Fourth, he liked to drink:
Sorry, five things. He liked women too:
I can just see him with the top down, Everly Brothers blaring, and the rose colored glasses:
Which one of the ladies left the Wet'n'Wild nail polish?
Looks like some promotional stuff:
And the last of the oddities:
No clue what he used all the batteries for.
Finally, an interim license:
After spending all this time on/with this car, I can't help but think that I would really like Darrell. He had the absolute best taste in cars, and he did everything possible to keep it going. My kind of guy.
And I think that the spirit of this car lives on in my rattle box train wreck. Every time that I put the top down and look out the windshield, I think of Darrell riding with me.
Just about a year ago now, I took my convertible for it's last ride of the season. It didn't last too long. The radiator blew and we came home on a flat bed.
So the car sat most of this summer, I just couldn't get to the repair/replacement work.
Then one Saturday in late August, I spent the time to replace the bad radiator with the one from Darrell's car. I had a spare on the shelf that only leaks at the neck, so that went into Darrell's car. Looped the heater hose on both cars, my car needs a heater core.
That first ride after looking at the car for so long was really satisfying.
Thanks Darrell, wherever you are.
John
Second, he was involved in charity work:
Third, he liked to gamble a little:
Fourth, he liked to drink:
Sorry, five things. He liked women too:
I can just see him with the top down, Everly Brothers blaring, and the rose colored glasses:
Which one of the ladies left the Wet'n'Wild nail polish?
Looks like some promotional stuff:
And the last of the oddities:
No clue what he used all the batteries for.
Finally, an interim license:
After spending all this time on/with this car, I can't help but think that I would really like Darrell. He had the absolute best taste in cars, and he did everything possible to keep it going. My kind of guy.
And I think that the spirit of this car lives on in my rattle box train wreck. Every time that I put the top down and look out the windshield, I think of Darrell riding with me.
Just about a year ago now, I took my convertible for it's last ride of the season. It didn't last too long. The radiator blew and we came home on a flat bed.
So the car sat most of this summer, I just couldn't get to the repair/replacement work.
Then one Saturday in late August, I spent the time to replace the bad radiator with the one from Darrell's car. I had a spare on the shelf that only leaks at the neck, so that went into Darrell's car. Looped the heater hose on both cars, my car needs a heater core.
That first ride after looking at the car for so long was really satisfying.
Thanks Darrell, wherever you are.
John