Queen's British 2010
Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 5:55 am
Hello Everyone,
Jode and I left our home in Arizona on Saturday afternoon. We didn't make it ten miles and the left side of the bonnet decided to try and take flight. I pulled over and relatched it. We only went another five miles, and it came unlatched again. I wired it closed; problem solved. I decided to take the back roads rather than the interstates. This proved to be a bad choice. The winds were gusting 30 miles per hour. Luckily the hood stayed in place, and the side curtains did their job. We arrived in Banning, California about 7 p.m.. A nice hotel room with a good dinner rounded out the day. Up at 6 a.m. and on the road by 7. We were only 100 miles from Los Angeles with no option but the interstates. Other than the bumps and the roads strewn with potholes, the ride to Woodley Park was uneventful. When we arrived, Mike, Tony, and Lex were already set up. After parking and setting up the car for the show, it was time for some exercise. We walked through the Auto Jumble, and I found a wood steering wheel. After few moments of indecision, I made the choice to purchase it. Its new home will be in the Singer. After a few hours, Tony's new Singer arrived on a flatbed. He had made plans with his friend Greg to get it started. At the appointed time, I found myself helping Greg. He had brought a booster box with him. The car cranked over but did not have any spark. We cleaned the points and sprayed carburetor cleaner in the carbs. The booster box ran out of power, so Greg pulled the battery out of his Mini Cooper. It did the trick. Suprise, it started after 40 years of silence.
After a few more hours and a few more walks, they awarded the plaques. I was surprised to hear my name. They awarded my Singer the Most Outrageous Car Award because the judges said that my car was the most subversive.
A note to President Paul: I saw Jay Leno walking through the car show. I said, "Hi, Jay." He stopped, shook my hand, and asked me a few questions about my car before walking away. So this year, Jay got "Singerized."
We said our goodbyes to Mike and Tony. We decided to take the interstate home because of three dogs awaiting our arrival back home. Cruising at 70 miles an hour along the interstate, I was averaging 21 MPG. The mistake I made was passing the gas station and not filling up. I managed to coast into a rest stop 1 mile away from the next gas station. I found an old antifreeze bottle. An elderly couple was nice enough to drive me to the gas station. I filled up the bottle and a carload of teenagers gave me a ride back to my car. On the road again, we made it back to our house without any problems.
Jode and I had a wonderful time. It was a shame that the boys from Canada could not make it. At least we got some more recognition for the Singer marque.
Dave V-6 AD
Jode and I left our home in Arizona on Saturday afternoon. We didn't make it ten miles and the left side of the bonnet decided to try and take flight. I pulled over and relatched it. We only went another five miles, and it came unlatched again. I wired it closed; problem solved. I decided to take the back roads rather than the interstates. This proved to be a bad choice. The winds were gusting 30 miles per hour. Luckily the hood stayed in place, and the side curtains did their job. We arrived in Banning, California about 7 p.m.. A nice hotel room with a good dinner rounded out the day. Up at 6 a.m. and on the road by 7. We were only 100 miles from Los Angeles with no option but the interstates. Other than the bumps and the roads strewn with potholes, the ride to Woodley Park was uneventful. When we arrived, Mike, Tony, and Lex were already set up. After parking and setting up the car for the show, it was time for some exercise. We walked through the Auto Jumble, and I found a wood steering wheel. After few moments of indecision, I made the choice to purchase it. Its new home will be in the Singer. After a few hours, Tony's new Singer arrived on a flatbed. He had made plans with his friend Greg to get it started. At the appointed time, I found myself helping Greg. He had brought a booster box with him. The car cranked over but did not have any spark. We cleaned the points and sprayed carburetor cleaner in the carbs. The booster box ran out of power, so Greg pulled the battery out of his Mini Cooper. It did the trick. Suprise, it started after 40 years of silence.
After a few more hours and a few more walks, they awarded the plaques. I was surprised to hear my name. They awarded my Singer the Most Outrageous Car Award because the judges said that my car was the most subversive.
A note to President Paul: I saw Jay Leno walking through the car show. I said, "Hi, Jay." He stopped, shook my hand, and asked me a few questions about my car before walking away. So this year, Jay got "Singerized."
We said our goodbyes to Mike and Tony. We decided to take the interstate home because of three dogs awaiting our arrival back home. Cruising at 70 miles an hour along the interstate, I was averaging 21 MPG. The mistake I made was passing the gas station and not filling up. I managed to coast into a rest stop 1 mile away from the next gas station. I found an old antifreeze bottle. An elderly couple was nice enough to drive me to the gas station. I filled up the bottle and a carload of teenagers gave me a ride back to my car. On the road again, we made it back to our house without any problems.
Jode and I had a wonderful time. It was a shame that the boys from Canada could not make it. At least we got some more recognition for the Singer marque.
Dave V-6 AD
