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SN has been restoring a '73 Corvette, which spent decades outside in rusty pieces prior to coming into our possession. I'm not a fan, as this car has been "almost done" for 2 years. It is affectionately (not-so-affectionately, if you ask me) known as 'Money Pit'.
Our neighbors may have spotted us stranded near The Triangle grocery store recently. Despite my pleas to take our Chevy Volt instead (think of the gas savings, SN!), we took the Corvette to brunch at Greenside Cafe. I'm sure everyone who was enjoying a quiet Sunday morning stroll through our mountain community just loooved hearing the roar of the engine.
We dined on huevos rancheros chicken-fried steak and something called a 'hen grenade,' which involves freshly prepared hollandaise sauce (photos of our meal here - so good), then returned to the Corvette to discover we were locked out.
The keys that had worked to get there no longer worked. Money Pit is a real jerk. It was especially fun when the car alarm started blaring and the diners trying to enjoy the peaceful patio stared at us. Sorry, everyone!
Tired of my negativity toward his beloved Corvette, SN took it where it would be appreciated - the Street Rod Nationals in Albuquerque, NM. It's dangerous to attend this event. You'll understand why by the end of this post.
He's so happy.
The camera did something weird to SN's hand in this photo. No, not the one holding the red dealie. (Update: SN says the red dealie is actually the one and only California Car Duster. Duster, dealie, whatever.)
Can you believe SN painted this by himself in our garage? Amazing! More than a year later, we're still finding red dust on everything. I'm pretty sure we shouldn't be breathing it in. SN insists it's safe. I'm pretty sure he's wrong, I think while coughing up a red cloud.
I complain about the Corvette, but I totally bought this In-N-Out antenna topper for it. Honestly, I was a bit worried someone might swipe it. SN says car show people are good people. It survived.
I tagged along on the second day of the Street Rod Nationals and enjoyed seeing all the different cars. I want a yellow one to match our front doors.
SN was amazed by this chopped Ford Mustang. You'd have to be really short to fit in there.
The car's owners seem like fun people.
I didn't join SN on the first day of the Street Rod Nationals. He texted me a photo of this "cool baby stroller." What are you trying to say, SN?
SN's parents and my parents couldn't resist showing off their own snazzy cars. That's my dad's '79 Corvette in front. This was his first time ever participating in a car show.
My father-in-law's '69 Mustang is on the right. When asked how many horsepower it has, he answered that it has enough to do the speed limit, 55.
SN refused to prop the hood open for this photo because "everyone knows it has an engine." You can tell where he gets his sense of humor from.
My dad won a prize!
I tried to take a glamorous, sexy car girl photo, but I'm too dorky to pull it off.
Taking these photos with the Corvette made me nervous. People kept giving me funny looks, like they thought I was just someone getting way too close to a stranger's car.
When I sat in the driver's seat, they surely realized it was okay...or they went to notify security.
Now, remember at the beginning of this blog post when I told you it's dangerous to attend the Street Rod Nationals? SN and I both thought this old, junky truck was pretty cool. It's old-timey and whimsical, like something Goofy would drive to harvest cartoon carrots on a Disney farm. You can picture it, right?
Well, speaking of Goofy...
Ta da! We bought this '63 GMC truck shortly after returning home from the Street Rod Nationals. It's going to be a rat rod, so SN doesn't even need to paint it. We've already named this beauty. Money Pit, meet your new sibling, Lawn Ornament.
The interior needs a *little* work. To be honest, we haven't even seen Lawn Ornament in person yet. It's being delivered next week. SN thinks the photos look promising, with the seat "in good condition." Ummm, he and I must have different definitions of good condition. I look at that seat and imagine that when you poke it, millions and millions of roaches scurry out. Let's hope not.
(Update: Lawn Ornament has been delivered. Here are better photos.)
We ended our day of Street Rod Nationals fun with a stop at Rock Canyon Taproom. It does not have much of a presence outside, but you can't miss it if you look for the giant foot.
I'd earned a beer. I sipped it and reflected on my life choices, wondering what I've gotten myself into.