I haven't had access to a computer at home (commandeered by someone prepping for the Bar) to post much lately. (Nor have I figured out what to do with the photobucket situation). The car now has real seats in it, and numbers on the roundels. It is starting to clean up real well. (Hey, Miller! You never told me that the numbers would make the paint POP even more, after you insisted on putting the roundels on!!!) However, Tuesday, I did drive it a little:
1) Went to shop for annual safety inspection. Mechanics spent 90% of time taking pics and shooting the breeze about the car.
2) Later, drove to the Gateway Cobra Club meeting. Guy at a stoplight hollers "Man! That is awesome! What the he#$ is that?"
3) Some guy followed me into the parking lot at the meeting to take pictures and ask about it.
4) Going home, I went 45 miles out of my way to drive it across the river into Illinois. As I was going down the interstate at 70 mph, some well endowed gal in a tank top on a Harley roared by at 80 on the inside lane and pumped her hand in the air with a big thumbs up!
This all just cracks me up. Guess I'm just and old fart.
Bob