I won’t bore you all with the details, but I’ve had a rough couple of weeks. As such, I decided Friday would be a good time to take a little break from reality and blow some dust off my ’38 coupe. The plan was to work half a day and then head out to Lake Travis to meet my wife and kids for dinner on the water. Everything went as planned until I hit 183 headed out of Austin.
I was stopped at a stoplight minding my own business when I noticed a Mazda Protege was getting awfully big in my rearview mirror. I cranked the wheel and dumped the clutch in an effort to get out the way. I managed to avoid the car in front of me, but the little Mazda plowed into my poor coupe. I pulled off the road and just kind of sat there. It was a pathetic scene for sure.
Once I gathered the courage, I moped out of the car and made my way around to the back. I guess if I try to gather some kind of positive reaction from the deal, I could say that I was lucky… There was no body damage – just a destroyed ’38 Ford bumper and a small paint rub. I’m not gonna lie to you fellas – I cried.
But pops always said that it was best to ignore the dirt on your jeans and just get right back on top of that horse… and that’s exactly what I did. I made it to the lake for dinner and started to really look forward to my evening drive home. Cool lake air, hill country scenery, and the sounds of a knarly cam. This day, this week, this month… just couldn’t be all bad.
Unfortunately, my eagerly awaited cam sounds were interrupted by a loud and constant click. At first, I wrote the sound off as merely an exhaust leak spurred by the accident. Then, it got louder. I pulled over, popped the hood, and found a broken alternator bracket. Apparently the tortured little bracket had finally met its match with that Mazda Protege.
After a few wanna-be-mcgiver efforts, I gave up and called AAA. Two hours later, a cranked up two truck driver arrived and nervously admitted he had never loaded a car so low. We managed… I got home at 3am and literally crashed into bed. Another day… week… month… perhaps.