On Thu, 16 Jan 1997, PHILIPPE TUSLER wrote:
> >Even if I hadn't been able to gloat that my 50 year old LBC was going to the
> rescue of my late model Euro-box, even if I hadn't had the guys at the parts
> house go outside to stare at what just pulled into the lot and even if I
> hadn't been able to laugh at the stares from people with their windows up
> and heaters going full blast I would have had a wonderful time. There's
> nothing like the wind in the face and the purr of a wee British banger to
> make one feel that all is well in the universe! (Fostbite notwithstanding)
Reminds me of my misspent youth. I spent half my college years fiddling
with old cars. One morning I had to take an exam, and woke up to -7F
(given that my cars were all 6v, this was a formidable problem). My 49
Jeepster would not start. My 31 Ford truck started, but the coil died
after about a mile. Third time charm; I got to school in a 29 Ford
Phaeton with no side curtains or front window seal. The 30 mph blast of
-7F air on my fingers from the missing seal was brutal. I tried to smile
for the benefit of the peasants in modern (1962) cars, but it wasn't easy.
Ray Gibbons Dept. of Molecular Physiology & Biophysics
Univ. of Vermont College of Medicine, Burlington, VT
gibbons@northpole.med.uvm.edu (802) 656-8910
|