You’ve planned for decades. You’ve poured blood, sweat, tears as well as every last dime you could muster and it’s go time.
You’ve double and triple checked everything, she’s primed, there’s oil at the top, the bowls are full of fuel and the “Hometown Car Gods” now gather ‘round. Beads of sweat break across your brow as one of them sets down a fire extinguisher if front of the car that is there in the shop precisely because it burned.
You take a seat inside. Pump the pedal twice. Try to swallow whatever is blocking your throat and ability to breathe. You say a prayer and turn the switch. “Please don’t burn! Please don’t burn!”
As quickly as fire can hit the starter she comes back to you with that familiar thump that makes your heart soar. She flick starts and wakes from her 19 month nap like you’d just driven in her. Man it sounds good!
You gather yourself quick so you don’t look as stunned as everyone else. You’re the engineer after all. Act like it! You shut down the ignition. Step out of the car real cool, look at ‘em and say; “What the —— did y’all think was gonna happen?!?! Then wink, turn and swagger off like John Wayne.
Swear to God I didn’t sleep for like 3 days after that! It was an intense, emotionally moving moment. We have a running 70 Sport again!
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