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Reflections Maybe in a few years I'll look back at this and reflect. |
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Cops and Rodders Show That Didn’t Happen
I got the car all loaded up last night and was just waiting for Ron to show up. We had a 400 mile drive to Cameron Park for the Cops and Rodders show, once Ron arrived we headed out and topped off with gas. The first 90 miles went just fine to where we stopped for lunch, a few miles later as we went to get on the highway the car sputtered and died. We gave it a minute and fired it up and continued, once up to speed the car ran fine so it seemed and we continued, 25 miles later we hit a grade and the temp starts to rise. We made it to the summit and as we started going down so did the temp, that was till we saw the sign for the flagman ahead. Sure enough as soon as we stopped the car died. Nowhere to pull over I sat waiting and figured I’d fire it up when traffic started rolling, no go, coasted to the shoulder a little further up. Initially I said we’ll let it cool down some and then get it going and merge in and go. One more try failed so I said let’s wait some more get it going and turn around and go home. While we were waiting we got some gas out of Ron’s car and filled up the carburetor to better our chance if it running long enough to get back over the summit to where I could coast 6 miles getting the car within my 100 mile AAA tow. (Keep in mind we are in the middle of nowhere 30 miles in either direction) The car fired right up, Ron stopped traffic and we turned around. The next 30 miles back to the highway went fine and as I get on the freeway I gun it to see if there was going to be an issue, a little sputter but it kept running. For the next 25 miles the car ran fine, the further we went the cooler it got as did the engine. At the 25 mile point (now about 55 from the turnaround) there was a long steep downhill and the temp dropped way down. At the bottom of the grade I go to accelerate and I hear a knocking sound, oh %$#^&(*!! and I pull over and Ron pops the hood, not the engine. So I get out and look under the car and it sounds like the left muffler was bad. Not being the engine we continue, another hour I got the car home. We talked about dropping the car off and turning around in his car and head back, we figured it would be too late and felt the time would be better spent looking at the car. | |
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