My sister broke the other ‘57 out of classic car jail today. It’s been at this shop since October but it’s just been a “fill-in” between other projects. The owner of the place and his right hand man were the only guys to touch it. They took great care of it and knocked out a bunch of stuff to get it roadworthy.
They even fixed the damage to the paint on the right door and fender where it leaned into the bricks when the tires went flat in the garage. You can't tell where the damage was.
She picked up the car with her daughter and hubby.
Unknown to me, she was on her way to where I work to surprise me. However, it wasn't to be. The mileage on the Odometer when it stalled out was 74057. Why that makes any difference is something me and my sisters have noticed since our Dad passed. We've had significant numbers come up over the last year and the odd factor was the fact that many of them ended in 57 like this one. For obvious reasons, that was our Dad's favorite number. An insurance payout ended in 57, all the coins my Dad had saved up as a collection had a value that ended in 57 and many more like that. It's odd enough we all picked up on it. No other explanation other than it's some kind of wink from him that he's watching.
She made it within about a few miles from our shop but it just wasn't having it.
It got picked up after she called the shop and explained what went down. She's not upset at all as she's been around them enough to know it's going to have some teething issues getting back to being roadworthy.
Sounds like it always did. Sneaky quiet. The Nomad's glasspacks carry a lot more bark than stock three foot long mufflers on the white car.
In another odd twist that links back to our Dad, when the car stalled out the last time in an intersection there was a group working nearby on the street setting up cones and stuff for some work to be done. Dad being an engineer with the state highway department worked a lot with this same company called Colorado Barricade. The crew saw them trying to push the car to safety and rushed in to help. It's another crazy coincidence that ties in with our Dad.
I'm bummed they didn't make it to my shop but I'm happy it's almost ready to roll. Not gonna lie, had they made it I probably would have bawled like a baby seeing it driving again.