Movin' On
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
At Brockton, we could get some gas.
Next up is Poplar, which is the seat for Fort Peck Assiniboine and Sioux Tribes.
Speaking of place names in foreign places, we have Chelsea
Mustang
And yes, I did have a Mustang, 1967. Used. It had the 289 V8, but it had only an automatic transmission.
There was still a bit of fun to be had with it, however. I was on a vacation somewhere in Ohio when suddenly, a very loud Semi came up behind us. I let my foot off the gas, and the sound diminished. A look in the rearview mirror indicated that the Semi was just a theory and the road was clear behind us. That would be a semi-theory, perhaps?
We pulled over to the side and an inspection of the underside showed that the tailpipe was loose a few inched behind the muffler. A quick search of the ditch yielded an old tin can (ok, so they weren't really tin at that time, kind of work with me here, ok?), and a length of very stiff wire. We patched that broken tailpipe and the car then had a very throaty but quieter sound.
Months later, three of us took a road trip from Chicago to Arizona to visit the parents and siblings. Just for fun, brother Lou took the can off and propped up the back half of the tailpipe to keep it off the ground. He said "Let me drive this sucker a bit" so he took off towards an open stretch of road and let it rip. That car had a very sweet sound at 45 in first gear, i am here to tell you.