Fiorella II / i'm having a good weekend...
yep, i bought her...
Fiorella II is a 1963 Ford Fairlane 500 coupe. try to follow this:
about 2 months ago, a classic Mustang dealer in Ohio found her
on a lot in Kentucky and picked her up since he didn't find any 'stangs
on that particular shopping trip, and after a month on HIS lot, he listed
her on Ebay as promotion for his business. i called him and started getting
the cash together, but told him that if he got a legit offer before i got
back in touch with him, he should take it. well, he took her to a car
show that weekend and sold to a muscle car collector from DuBois, PA.
THAT guy then called me the next tuesday to offer her to me because
he got a line on a '72 Challenger and needed the cash.
so yeah, 4 owners in 2 months time.
Fiorella II has a rebuilt 170cid straight-6 and 2sp automatic trans with
about 10k miles on it (the body has somewhere between 117-134k),
and is as solid as the day she rolled out of the plant. judging from the
interior (maroon and palamino), i'm guessing she was originally Honky White,
but has since been repainted a metallic copper flake, causing her to appear
red, orange, or brown, depending on the light. those are indeed pimptastic
14" chrome rims, and included in the deal were the original 13" tires with
the classic dogdish hubcaps.
i have to reassemble the interior, as the new headliner was not installed
before the sale in KY, but all the necessary bits are in the trunk. heeee....
*happydance*
Friday night, i drove her to the Upstage for the final night
of Electro-Retro. the night-out was a blast, even if it was indeed another
night at The Club I Love To Hate. Corey won the "Guess Tara's Bar Tab" contest,
splitting the proceeds with her as a gratitude for her generosity and promotion.
i bought the final round of shots so we could toast "The best club night that no
one knew about", as siliconedreamer, one of our faithful djs, noted.
my sister (who moved to Boston a few months ago), was at our parents' house
in Johnstown, so i decided to take my first decent drive this weekend. due to
insomnia, i decided to strike out at 6am, arriving in Flood City just after 8am.
i like going back to my parents' place, because it means i get to cook all weekend.
this time i wowwed them with my newfound ability with pasta-sauce-from-scratch,
plus assorted garlic bread, salad, and a fresh batch of addictive granola for my dad.
As my little sister was in town for her boyfriend's uncle's funeral, she was late to dinner.
she actually called my mom to pick her up from the wake, because she was too ripshit
to drive. she ended up faring better than her boyfriend, who managed to lose
both his keys and his pants later in the night because they were drinking on the outdoor
patio and he decided that the bathroom inside was too far away, so he went into the
woods to relieve himself. in his drunken state he decided he didn't want to chance
peeing on his pants, so he took them off... and couldn't find them until this morning.
this has happened to me as well, but in South Oakland, so i refrained from laughing
in his face... well, for a minute or so anyway...
i tend to sleep on the couch when i go home, so my back and neck are a bit screwed
up. we spent quite a bit of time watching the news channels, as finally they're covering
a real story, rather than "which white girl disappeared this week" (Hurricane
Katrina and New Orleans), plus i fell asleep saturday night while watching VH-1's
Def Leppard Hysteria movie.
the dive back this afternoon was fabulous - blue skies the whole way back, and i
never crested 65mph. i was actually bummed i made it back in less than 2 hours,
so i cruised around North Park a few times...
and now it's back to freelance work for the rest of the night,
but you're damn right i'm taking it easy....