The trip home from buying my car.
January 1987. The car belonged to a business associate. By the time I decided to make him an offer, he had moved from my state of residence, Michigan, to North Carolina with the car. I called him, tentatively made a deal with him and flew down to look at the car again. I bought it and started home late in the afternoon. It ran great, but I learned quickly that the heater didn`t work. Somewhere on the road, when I got far enough north to reallly need the heater, I found that somewhere under the dash, the linkage was not connected to the heater core valve. I did not know enough about the car to realize that comfort was just on the other side of that little grommet on the firewall. I could have opened the valve by hand in 5 seconds and driven the rest of the way in comfort. Just before freezing solid, I stopped for the night to warm up and sleep. More of the same the next day. After getting home in the afternoon, I didn`t drive the car until springtime. It took that long to get the bad taste out of my mouth and the feeling back into my fingers and toes.
I`ve had the car for twenty-six years and am now doing a full rotisserie restoration. I figure it`s time to enjoy the car before I lose my license due to old age.
Tom Kizer