1977 El Camino

See, Rob's thinking. He's anticipating and problem solving. This is real foresight and creative thinking. You lot can learn a lot from Rob. don't just say stuff that pops into your head.

You're in a bad mood and I think Elky might be piffed as a fart, but I could be wrong.

We need a men's therapy session on this page. Get all the angst out.

I'll go first.

I cant get an erection any more. Even Viagra doesnt help.

Who wants to go next...

Its gone awful quiet suddenly.


Edit: I typed too soon.

What have I stumbled into...

In other news, I spotted this tonight in this month's practical classics, spares car? or just haggle/swap the wheels

If I had somewhere to stick that I'd probably consider buying it. It would be a useful carcass to pick.

But one is enough for me. I already have two transmissions, two rear axles and a bunch of other spare parts I need to find a home for.

The ElCo provided sterling service this morning as a tip hauler. It was stacked to the rafters with cr4p we don't need anymore. Finally got rid of the rotted-to-hell wooden bench from the back garden that my wife persisted in begging me to repair despite the fact that every single piece of it was sodden with wet rot. Goodbye bench. Finally.

So handy to have a pickup/van/truck again.

So then I went for a blast along my old regular pleasure run that I used to do daily in the Scim. A long winding country B road. I had that road down pat in the Scim and could throw it hard into each bend in confidence.

Not so much the ElCo. Much bigger, much less confident brakes, a whole lot more inertia.

It's a very different kind of power to the small, light, manually geared Scimitar. The Scimitar basically did what I told it to do. It was fairly instantaneous. I could brake late at a sharp bend and it would do that and go round the bend as requested.

The power in the ElCo kind of builds and accumulates as it goes along. I can floor it along a straight but when I let off it's almost like the weight of the car creates a brenchluss effect and it feels like it's still accelerating after I've stopped telling it to. Its illusory, in the same way that sliding on ice accidentally can create the sense you're going faster because your brain expected to be going slower. It must be the sheer weight of the thing barreling it along.

A couple of full fat adrenaline flushes persuaded me to treat it more like a cruiser than a bruiser.

I must think about improving the brakes before I start taking liberties with the car.

It is perfectly put... although the Ford presentation man didn't call them 'haunches' he called them 'hunches' over and over again. Hunches. It had Mustang hunches.

I had to gnaw my fist throughout to stop myself shouting "HAUNCHES!" every time.

"WITH HIS BOTTOM !"

Now weirdly, I like that for all the wrong or is that right reasons.

I would have it on my drive for sure.

Why not.