Saturday comes and the delivery truck is finally here. Interstate pulls off three expensive cars. People walk their dogs, business as usual. Some people slow down to see if it's a movie set.
Randy starts my car and everything within a 300 yard radius stops. An old man walking his dog starts telling me about his son's Mustang. A guy in a hummer stops and asks me if I'll trade him. I give him the eyebrows, and we both laugh. One of the other cars that came off the truck sticks around to watch it come off the truck. He's stoked for both of us.
I had a guy stick a gun in my face when I was younger. Didn't faze me at all. My hands are shaking so bad I can barely get the key in the ignition to start it up for the run home. We all have a good laugh.
This morning I woke up like a kid on X-mas morning. Drymouth, at 5 am? Not since my collge days, and for different reasons
I go into the DMV and ask the girl if she has registered a specially constructed vehicle before. She says yes and asks for pictures of my tractor.
Through the advice of other members and the use of this site, it's a breeze and I walk out with a temp permit for the next three months. Call my broker and have my insurance in another 30 mins.
So I need to get 100 miles on it before Mother Nature raises her ugly head and gives us the 4-letter word-rain. Going to Vegas for the weekend for supercross with 15 buddies. Thinking about the wedding coming up on the 20th in Reno after the WSCB (Yea that's the Sunday of the bash).
So I call off the work schedule and head over to pick up my friend Matt for a maiden voyage. On the way over I set off no less than 5 car alarms, had 10 thumbs up, one civic rev it's engine, a guy do a wheelie on his bike after sitting next to me, a hot girl in the haight with a GTO STOP in the middle of haight street to ask me to pull over to talk to me, a teenager on the side of the street run along the sidewalk pumping his arms in the air yelling "Fu*K YEA!!!", Umteen random people giving it the "smile" everytime I stopped at a light, gas station, stop sign, about 20 camphone pictures from various locations, one "is it real", and one scowl from a Prius driver-I told her it was next years Prius. I tried to drive it respectfully in neighborhoods with kids. They all stopped and pointed when I went by (future Cobra owners of America).
I'm worried (and fooking stoked) about the noise it's making and the first cop I come across give me a thumbs up.
All in all, it's my first day. I'm just cruising. Car has 40 miles on it. It's mild mannered and drives like a *****cat. Matt and I get to a space in the city that's kind of open-I drop 2nd and give it a little love. It's goes from *****cat to demon in less than a second, Matt laughs that nervous laugh that says "holy sh*t". I think-ok the car IS fast. I didn't tell him I only got in it about half throttle, after all I am breaking it in.
So thanks to CC for the great advice and a big shout to Jay and Vintage for putting together not only a car, but a childhood dream that has gone far beyond my very high expectations of what this experience would actually be. No issues yet except I forgot the turn the battery switch back on, and caught myself before calling anyone.
It's a completely unique and singular experience to spend any amount of time in the saddle, and one I'm proud to say, I'm finally enjoying.
Cheers
-Sean
Oh the bad news is I have been "advised" by the finance minister that it would be unadvisable to give girls I don't know a ride if they ask for one. DAMN!
My first day!
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