I think this topic and my previous post, was an omen of evens to come.

I dropped off my car yesterday for some work and on the way the following events transpired:
It was a beautiful day in NW Indiana, sunny and about 70 degrees.
On my way to drop off my car I came to the street in town where a nice blue with white SS striped 69 Chevelle lives, the owner was out front mowing the lawn. A couple ladies (50's or so) and a younger married couple were walking down the street. Additionally there were 3 other cars waiting for me (showing respect for the mighty bird) to depart from the stop sign.
I glanced back at my brother-in-law who was following behind me, gave a crooked smile and nod, then proceeded to burry it!
The screech of the tires was barley audible over the roar of my 400ci power pant (bored .030 over mind you). After a few seconds and 2 gears; gravity and friction conspired together to gradually ease my car off the line. Once the car hooked up I was off like a shot, leaving the sweet fragrance of burnt rubber rolling on the spring air!
Seconds later my cell phone went off; my brother-in-law wanted me to know that I got 3 headshakes and two thumbs up! Not a bad ratio in my opinion.
Another calling card left on a fellow muscle car’s doorstep in North West Indiana