Saturday, February 27, 2010

Only Michael Foertsch

With much drama and a lot of work that still needs to be done the little gal came home with us last night and we have enjoyed her today. Mechanically, she is wonderful. I have absolutely no complaints. They converted her to an automatic choke so the start-up is more streamlined. We have had no problems with that at all.

There are a few details and little things that were neglected that we will be fussing with. Including the not so small fact that the drivers door shouldn't be opened and the passenger seat is messed up. I wish I had a picture of the interior, it is amazing.

Anyway, Jimmy asked today if there was anyone I would let drive this but me. The only one I could select is Michael Foertsch. I would trust him absolutely with this beauty. Do you want to schedule a time to come ride? I mean . . . once the driver door opens!

Homestead


I know I am homesteading this blog for my bike, but you have to appreciate this picture of our bikes together with the full moon rising. Amazing.

Maxine Doesn't Care For Ot




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She is beautiful




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Grehound Car Club




This is our car club logo. Unfortunately we missed our first car show because our drover side door wouldn't close! We actually had our project manager here last night helping us fix it.


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Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Thursday

Thursday is the big day! We will finally bring the '52 Chevy home. Jimmy has signed us up for the Texas Hotrod Hoedown this Saturday and we are registered as the Houston Greyhound Car Club. With t-shirts and everything! I don't have a picture yet but I am as anxious as you to see and drive that beauty!

Ride, Sally, Ride!

Here is a picture of me on my motorcycle, just a little filler until we have pictures of the lovely lady this weekend.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Finally, Really Almost Done

We are hoping to take her out for a drive next week!!!! Pictures to follow . . .