"halfpenny, twopenny, back of the queue yes Mister Poor Man, this means you justice for money, what can you pay? We all know it's the American way!"The PCA tech guy started off real weird, prancing around the car on his toes like he expected it to bite him. He opens the door and wiggles the steering wheel a bit, watching the front tire. He calls a couple of his buddies over and they take turns wiggling the steering wheel. That is, in case you missed it, a just-overhauled rack, steering shaft, and coupler, and the rack is mounted solidly to the crossmember. You can damned near run over a coin and call it heads or tails. The tech guy comes back over.
"You have some slack in the steering."
My right eyebrow climbs to my hairline in my best Leonard Nimoy imitation. "What makes you think that?" The PCA guy looks flustered, backs up, grabs the driver's seat back and shakes it.
"This seat could break and you could lose control and get killed."
"Do what?" Despite a growing sense of unreality, I figure maybe this guy actually knows something about Capris. "Ford recalled the Capri seats in 1981, plus I welded some extra braces in last time I had the covers off."
He pauses for a moment, indicates a rusty area on the rear fender. "The car could have serious structural damage from rust."
"I just spent half a day underneath. There's no rust there. You're welcome to jack it up and see for yourself. It's not a Porsche, you know." That was a low blow, actually. Porsches have a magical attraction for rust that causes to begin disintegration practically before they leave the assembly line.
The tech guy gets all agitated. Maybe I shouldn't have made the Porsche crack. He waves at the back of the car. "THE REAR END COULD FALL OUT!"
Say WHAT? "Are you trying to tell me something?"
"I don't like this car, and I'm not going to pass it through tech."
"Is there anything in particular you're having difficulty with?"
The PCA is all uptight. "I don't like it. I'll have someone refund your money." This guy hasn't even *looked* at the car. Amazing.
"we can do the Innuendo we can dance and sing we all know that crap is king give us dirty laundry!"Speed Nuts starts harassing the guy while I think about it. Ordinarily I would have ripped his face off, but I'm tired, the track is wet, and instead of the 25 or 30 cars predicted two days before, it looks like there are 100-150; it's hard to tell with all the transporters. Plus I've already missed the first run group. With this many cars, I'll be lucky to get two sessions. Plus I've noticed the half-dozen cars parked nearby are fiberglass shelled tubeframe jobs with, I swear to god, chromed suspension parts and Armor All on the tires. It's a friggin' car show, not a track event. The Show And Shine crowd is here, and they'll probably jam the track doing 30mph parade laps so no bugs get splattered on their $4000 paint jobs.
"they got a name for the winners in the world I, I want I name when I lose they call Alabama the Crimson Tide call me Deacon Blues..."Screw it. I wave Speed Nuts into silence, arrange for my refund, load my stuff back into the car, and drive back to Little Rock. I can get five or six hours in at work, and I need the money...
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