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September '99

Mort's Shorts Got too much to do. Projects. Hop Up. Job. Honey do's. Cars are the problem. But cars are the solution as well.

Just spent 25 minutes building cars on the cell phone with Rust Man. Ya gotta be polite and take turns talking and be sure you talk as much about his fantasy as you do yours. He's got these ideas that are really cool and it makes me want to have two or three more dreams but.......I've got two or three more dreams.

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AMERICAN INDIAN ON RIGHT DOES RAIN DANCE
There are too many good things to do, too. Ya hafta work real hard to play like this. We're gettin' to be masters at it, though. God Bless good times. Just gettin' ready for a rod run thing causes you to dust off the old car, and drive it to work for a few days to 1) See if it's going to start dependably, 2) See that no new rattles or clunks are there, 3) hope the balance on the Kelseys is still good. Turns out you get more miles on the car getting ready for a run than you do going on the thing!

But what happens is you realize, when it's just you and your iron , TCB, that this is what it is really about. It is rec-re-frickin'-ation on the bare, weekday grind. And here you thought you took the roadster just because you had to work on it.....................Probably don't have much to do to get it ready. Wash, wax, leather dressing.......that dead cow is really showing the wear.......that's a good thing.

Pull an Albert Champion, call John, ask what he thinks about the color on the electrodes.......fatten it up, put it right back in.......and oh yeah, did I say we're gonna trailer it? Oh, stop. It's a long story. No, I mean it, it's a long story. Besides, that sucker has been everywhere but Sioux City since it was finished and............it got 400 miles on it the week before the deal and..and, oh, man, I hope you guys don't see me up there..I'm gettin' stressed out again. But here's the real deal: if you know the car, you will have no indication that it's a trailer queen just because it found itself in a trailer......... if you DON'T know the car.......or me..........I don't have to impress you. Think what you want. Yeah. A real Hop Up Guy wouldn't care what some hilljack he doesn't even know thinks about his act. It's no fun when ya gotta 'spain it. So that's handled.

But it still embarasses the shit right outa me.*

*Footnote:
That was written before the trip. Arrived at the hotel, inquired of a guy in a '40 coupe about parking the trailer alongside about 60 other trailers that were already there, and he says, real smart-ass, "How would I know? I drive my car."

Our question is: Where do you drive a mint green '40 smoothie with Boyds, hauling a pot-bellied, lower-middle-class couple wearing matching mint-green T-shirts?

  1. Bonneville
  2. Muroc
  3. Reliability Run
  4. Fuschia Club Brunch
Hop Up Guys - even those guilty of an infrequent but necessary trailer tote - go to a, b, and c.

Never saw this Boyd-wad at any of those, so.......

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