1969 Race Dart w/ 426 Hemi- garaged for 45+ years
while we wait for the dyno run.....here is why I love life on the glory trail.
here is the Horizon (pictured above) last May. I flew to California to meet Steve Atwell and ride back to Detroit with the freshly repaired horizon in tow. We were honkin along @ around 80 mph as we entered New Mexico on I-40 and encountered a giant "BUMP" sign and a few whoop-de-dos in the pavement. As we recovered in our air ride seats from the the third crater Steve looked in the rear view mirror and calmly remarked..."we lost the trailer" I asked him what he sees and once again he calmly replied ...."a big cloud of dust". To add a degree of difficulty as we idled on the slanted side access waiting to re-hook to the trailer, the hauler lost prime, no big deal, it was only 113 degrees in the desert sun After a roll back got the trailer out of the center median, the driver transported me twice to a truck stop 10 miles down the road with a 5 gal can to retrieve diesel to attempt a re-fire. After removing and filling the fuel filters and going thru a case of starter fluid / spray to re-prime the fuel system, Steve was forced to call the big hook and were towed to the truck stop to get the fuel system re-primed and back on the road.
out of the 4 trailer tires / spare we only blew 2 of them when the trailer came off. We made it back to Detroit on one axle , 2-tires...and a good spare.
as I told my wife when I reported the days activities....there is excitement around every turn.
while we wait for the dyno run.....here is why I love life on the glory trail.
here is the Horizon (pictured above) last May. I flew to California to meet Steve Atwell and ride back to Detroit with the freshly repaired horizon in tow. We were honkin along @ around 80 mph as we entered New Mexico on I-40 and encountered a giant "BUMP" sign and a few whoop-de-dos in the pavement. As we recovered in our air ride seats from the the third crater Steve looked in the rear view mirror and calmly remarked..."we lost the trailer" I asked him what he sees and once again he calmly replied ...."a big cloud of dust". To add a degree of difficulty as we idled on the slanted side access waiting to re-hook to the trailer, the hauler lost prime, no big deal, it was only 113 degrees in the desert sun After a roll back got the trailer out of the center median, the driver transported me twice to a truck stop 10 miles down the road with a 5 gal can to retrieve diesel to attempt a re-fire. After removing and filling the fuel filters and going thru a case of starter fluid / spray to re-prime the fuel system, Steve was forced to call the big hook and were towed to the truck stop to get the fuel system re-primed and back on the road.
out of the 4 trailer tires / spare we only blew 2 of them when the trailer came off. We made it back to Detroit on one axle , 2-tires...and a good spare.
as I told my wife when I reported the days activities....there is excitement around every turn.