What a journey! When Flo (my grandmother's 57 210) arrived from my cousin in Denver, it was not in very good condition. I avoided looking at my wife & got out of the car. Flo was on top of the carrier & once I crossed the street, I could look up through the floor pan or what was left of it! The driver managed to get Flo started and blue smoke belched from the exhaust - followed shortly by antifreeze. Flo limped off the car carrier and barely made it up into the garage parking lot. At least two cylinders were not firing.
We did not speak on the way home. Pulling in our driveway, wife said: "I don't care but either sell it or haul it off to the junkyard." We've been married long enough to know not to argue. A few weeks later, the mechanic, who specializes in old Chevys, called to say the engine was toast and to come get Flo. Did not tell my wife, but had it rollbacked to our driveway - knowing an addition to the dog house would be needed.
Predictable reaction followed by the same "junk it or sell it". Patience & said not a word. Three weeks later she says: "So, when are you going to get this thing fixed up?"
Off to the races!
We did not speak on the way home. Pulling in our driveway, wife said: "I don't care but either sell it or haul it off to the junkyard." We've been married long enough to know not to argue. A few weeks later, the mechanic, who specializes in old Chevys, called to say the engine was toast and to come get Flo. Did not tell my wife, but had it rollbacked to our driveway - knowing an addition to the dog house would be needed.
Predictable reaction followed by the same "junk it or sell it". Patience & said not a word. Three weeks later she says: "So, when are you going to get this thing fixed up?"
Off to the races!
