not a charger
Well-known member
I'm not sure what's wrong. Last year, when I went to the track with Bob (Prosport), I had the time of my life. I couldn't sleep that night, I was so excited. I drove the car a few more times that year, then put it away in November. I didn't touch it again until April, and so far, I've driven it 4 times. Not too bad, eh? Well, here's the problem.
I can honestly say that I haven't enjoyed driving the car one bit this year. Not at all. I don't hate it...that's not what I mean. I'm just sort-of "blah" about the whole thing, which makes me think it's time to let it go.
I just got back from an almost 2-hour drive. The car ran great, other than stalling twice at red lights, which got me really upset because the carb was just tuned last fall and ran great, and I haven't messed with it, yet the car still stalled twice. This didn't help my mood. I know how to spin a wrench, but I don't always know which nut to put the wrench on, if you know what I mean. I got a knot in my stomach the first time it stalled, and it didn't go away until I parked the car in the garage.
If something goes wrong with this car, it's usually above my head. That's not a good feeling. I end up having to rely on the kindness of Prosport and a few other nice folks from Moparts (no one from Nuts lives near me, unless you count XL, but there's that pesky lake in the way) to get it fixed, even though none of them live within 30 minutes of my house, which makes it a burden for them to help me, though they're all too nice to say so.
I am torn. I know that I'll kick myself at times if I let it go. However, I often find myself feeling as though I like having an old car more than I like driving an old car. I should be ejnoying the heck out of this car. It's fast. It's loud. It sounds mean. It looks cool. It gets lots of waves, compliments, etc..., it's well-built (Bob has a lot of blood, sweat, and tears in this car, and it shows), and so on. For some reason, I'm not. I usually cruise alone, which is boring, even in the Scamp. The car really isn't conducive to long-distance (4:30 gears) or family (6 pt cage) cruising. Also, I'm paranoid that stuff will go wrong that I don't know how to fix.
On the other hand, I have a tough time imagining it not being in my garage, not hearing my daughter say "Green Car! Rumble Rumble!" when I fire it up, not being able to tell people it's mine, and so on. But for some reason, seat time behind the wheel just isn't giving me any enjoyment. Has anyone else gotten to this point? If so, what did you do, and were you happy with your decision?
Sorry this is so long. I guess I'm just bummed that I came to this realization.
Sorry for those of you who had to read my drivel here and on Moparts. I trust the opinions of many of the Nuthouse members, which is why I posted it on both sites.
I can honestly say that I haven't enjoyed driving the car one bit this year. Not at all. I don't hate it...that's not what I mean. I'm just sort-of "blah" about the whole thing, which makes me think it's time to let it go.
I just got back from an almost 2-hour drive. The car ran great, other than stalling twice at red lights, which got me really upset because the carb was just tuned last fall and ran great, and I haven't messed with it, yet the car still stalled twice. This didn't help my mood. I know how to spin a wrench, but I don't always know which nut to put the wrench on, if you know what I mean. I got a knot in my stomach the first time it stalled, and it didn't go away until I parked the car in the garage.
If something goes wrong with this car, it's usually above my head. That's not a good feeling. I end up having to rely on the kindness of Prosport and a few other nice folks from Moparts (no one from Nuts lives near me, unless you count XL, but there's that pesky lake in the way) to get it fixed, even though none of them live within 30 minutes of my house, which makes it a burden for them to help me, though they're all too nice to say so.
I am torn. I know that I'll kick myself at times if I let it go. However, I often find myself feeling as though I like having an old car more than I like driving an old car. I should be ejnoying the heck out of this car. It's fast. It's loud. It sounds mean. It looks cool. It gets lots of waves, compliments, etc..., it's well-built (Bob has a lot of blood, sweat, and tears in this car, and it shows), and so on. For some reason, I'm not. I usually cruise alone, which is boring, even in the Scamp. The car really isn't conducive to long-distance (4:30 gears) or family (6 pt cage) cruising. Also, I'm paranoid that stuff will go wrong that I don't know how to fix.
On the other hand, I have a tough time imagining it not being in my garage, not hearing my daughter say "Green Car! Rumble Rumble!" when I fire it up, not being able to tell people it's mine, and so on. But for some reason, seat time behind the wheel just isn't giving me any enjoyment. Has anyone else gotten to this point? If so, what did you do, and were you happy with your decision?
Sorry this is so long. I guess I'm just bummed that I came to this realization.
Sorry for those of you who had to read my drivel here and on Moparts. I trust the opinions of many of the Nuthouse members, which is why I posted it on both sites.