It was interesting to talk to the guy with the Dart because he was riding solo. He was also doing Power Tour the fun way. He had bought a $1200 wrong motor, wrong year Dart and messed with the paint a little, built cool suit-style seat A/C, threw on some rims and tires, and went on a road trip. After a few minutes of talking, his tank was full, and we went to check out the booth cars. We got back on the road, and he went straight while we hit the interstate to meet back up with the group and Brad, whom we hadn't met on Tour yet.
|Shot that evening at Gateway Motorsports Park|
|I went to upload the shot, and found I didn't have it on the computer, so I went to look online. I didn't find it, but I found another one. Brad: 2 Me: 0. (Well, 1, if you count Summer Nats.)|
|The only time this will ever happen...|
We left the bar, about a mile south of downtown St. Louis, and went to our motel for the night. Our previous night's accommodations were quite nice both in amenities and price, but I learned after we had gotten back that my brother decided, since it was just him and me, that we didn't need anything special as far as hotels were concerned. His method for choosing our places to stay can be summed up in three clicks on an online search: town we were in, sort by price low to high, top listing. He is now banned from booking housing for future trips.
|I almost didn't see it when we drove there.|
|Our room side|
On a side note, my friend Brad had a similar experience the following night in Memphis. He told me a few weeks later that he got to his motel and realized he was the only white guy in probably five miles. He always carries concealed, so he wasn't concerned about his safety, but his pieced together ragtop Firebird was a different story. He was brighter than I was, though. Knowing his car could easily be entered with a simple knife, he unplugged the ignition coil and removed the fuse for the fuel pump. This and 15 9mm rounds on his nightstand gave him a good night's sleep while his car waited patiently six feet outside his door. I, on the other hand, kept picturing my car with no wheels and tires (my brand new tires at $150/ea and another $140/ea to replace my wheels) and hood open with no coil packs ($60/ea and held on by one screw).
|I love small towns.|
|Great view from the windshield|
Morning came with no incident, thankfully, and we shoved off Milwaukee bound. We had a great drive along the river and through some back country with beautiful scenes and fun, twisty roads. I was enjoying the day so much, I didn't even pull out my camera, except for my phone for a couple cool cars for sale on the roadside. In the end, I dropped my brother off and got home happy as can be, hooked on Power Tour and wondering when I'd be able to do it again. Sadly, this year I was short on cash and I had conflicts on the nearby days, and if all goes as planned, next Summer I'll be in the Great White North, but I have a plan. My goal is for their 25th anniversary (in three years), I want to abscond with my '64 Fairlane wagon (currently owned by my mechanic) and take that on Tour, preferably with a fresh overdrive automatic, new floor, and some taller gears out back. There's some more maintenance things that will need to happen because it only ever sits, but I have faith that in two years of tinkering, we'll be able to get it done. Fingers crossed.
|Bought this when I was 17 for $500!|
My mechanic got it in a crap deal when I wrecked my daily and had no money to pay for repairs.