The Curse

The Curse

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.

Anyone have any '38 Ford bumpers laying around?

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.

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