Folks:
Anti-V has a problem. Guys, we need to be there for him: When he got the seat where he wanted it; nice and confortable and pedals located properly, his boss (the distaff member of Team Anti-V) couldn't get the clutch down. The only solution I could see was to get out the check book and order up her own made to measure FIA. AntiV claimed poverty, but then Peter P (a/k/a PEPI) was standing there and I know the feeling; if Peter senses that he hasn't gotten all of your money, he's all over you like a Lime Tick. (Don't let it get around but Ant-V's FIA is a very pretty car; small block street dash, great paint and interior color choices. He should have alot of fun cruis'n the back roads in PA when the boys at ERA get it done in a week or so. And he'll have all summer to enjoy it. This rain has got to end sometime.)
Yep, it was another rainy day in bucolic New Britain and what better way to spend it than hanging out at ERA. Besides Ricky (I hate them freek'n New York drivers) Lake there was John (my wife's working and so I thought I'd bring in my 427SC to have a bigger
oil cooler bolted on to it, not because it needs it but because I just like the look of it) Brown trying to figure out what else he could spend his money on. Another one of ERA's customers was there as well (Mike?) whose motto appears to be if it has horsepower, dang it, it can always use more.
The roach coach doesn't show up on Saturdays, so by the time we rolled off to Paradise Pizza everyone was ravenous and other than Ricky ordered up the one pound Paradise Special Cheese burgers for lunch. We were all a little concerned about John ("I've got a psychotic cat") Brown. He's been on the Atkins diet for a while and lost almost 30 lbs, but we think we got him turned around and headed the other way with the big burger (although he stripped the thing of its roll and dodged the french fries). And, much as we tried, we couldn't get him to go for the bowl of chili to start things off right either. He's reached the point where he was going to have to buy new clothers. Fortunately, we got to him when we did and hopefully saved him a bundle. The old clothes should fit for a while longer. John was driving one of those little Mini Cooper S types and said what with all the rain and all (and not able to get his ERA out) he was having a ball in it .
...when I finally got back home to (freek'n) New York after dark, my wife, as usual after a motorhead experience in NB, CT, said "and so, did you have a nice day up at ERA?"
And as always the answer was "Yes Dear." (I figure, what with the new roll around toll box that PEPI ordered for me and all, I escaped for less than "two Pintos" Not a bad day at ERA at all).
Good to see all of you and meet some more interesting folks with a common interest in things ERA automotive.
Jim
PS: A "Pinto" refers to one of Peter's early trashmobiles that cost him $200., thus it's a unit of cost... as in it cost me 2 Pintos, etc. He never has anything for sale that costs less than a "Pinto."