My Full Custom – Kansas City, Here I Come
Posted in Cars on March 25th, 2009 by Marc – 1 Comment
The road to Kansas was smooth and scenic. Probably. I don’t remember. I was pretty freaked out because someone told me that I had to remove the driveshaft to tow the Chevy on a dolly, or I would roach the whole drive train. I knew that you can’t easily take the drive shaft off of an old Chevy because the rear end is a “closed” type drive train. We rolled into town around sundown to look at the car.
This brings me to another piece of advice about the car buying process that I’ll pass on to you. Two, actually. First: Never, no matter how tired you are, should you pay some surfer dude (who your wife likes because he is flirting with her) 3,900 bucks for an S-10 without driving it first. Second: Never inspect a car at night prior to buying it. Because that’s just stupid. And I know it’s stupid because I could ask any kid “Would you buy a car you can’t see?” And the kid would say “No. That would be stupid!” But by now I was in love. Also, I was in Kansas, so nothing short of a broken frame was going to have me driving off empty-handed. It was getting late, so we got a room at the local Knight’s Inn, and watched a Vikings game.
I have always wanted a hot rod. I had one once, when I was 19, living out in California. But it met a horrible and untimely end. It was a cancer-free ’54 Chevy which, in a tragic miscarriage of justice, I never even got to drive before it left this earth.
