At the local car shows at the Quaker Steak or Tony Romas or a venue of that type... I just pull the car in, raise the hood and then walk away from it... I go sit about three cars away and just BS until I'm ready to go home... I don't have to answer the "is it real" question and have a great time....Besides, I really don't know much about the car anyway... If someone asks what kind of engine it is I'm stuck... I know it's a Ford but after that I'm lost..
I just drive it till it breaks and then get it fixed... I just have a ball with that car.....
My uncle was in WW ll also... He was in N. Africa, Sicily, Anzio and the south of France... The MP's finally caught up with him on the German border and arrested him for desertion.... He said it was a good ride while it lasted.... Gosh he was a fun guy.....
