|
Go for it Tom. Mine was in the same condition
except it didnt have plates so I had to use a car hauler. Like you said a
truck is only a cell phone call away. Take a few gallons of new gas to mix in
with the old. Good luck!
Dan
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Friday, October 06, 2006 3:46
PM
Subject: Re: IML: Bringing home my 1956
Imperial for the first time
I am trying to decide whether to drive my new 63 across town on
mostly side streets. Distance is 9 miles. The seller is telling me
not to try because the gas in the tank has been in there for two years.
There is no way to drain and refill with fresh prior to this attempt.
This is in tucson arizona where temps have ranged from 35 to 105 over that
period of time. The car is starting and running OK in the
driveway. A clear glass filter shows decent transparency of the liquid
entering the carb. Am I nuts for thinking this will be no more than an
adventure? After all, a tow truck is a cell call away. What
is worst that can happen? Who has experience driving old cars that have
sat for two years in a desert climate? Is there a screen in the tank
that could stop up en route? Brakes, motor and tranny respond to
all commands. Thank you for input.
--Tom
sosmi@xxxxxxxxxxx wrote:
I can relate, to your situation, I just returned from Detroit ,Woodward
Cruise, with a 1977 Dodge Royal Sportsman Van, with 50K.Original miles
440 powered, garage kept since new. My dad bought it new. The whole trip
was, DID YOU HERE THAT , and looking at gauges, and the rear view mirror for
1327 miles. Just Love Dem Ol Cars! Ya'll have a nice day Dave. 81 Imp, &
TOO many Dodges . (It wouldn't be too many if I was single)
--------------
Original message --------------
From: HemiDriver@xxxxxxx
I bought my 1956 Imperial in the Philadelphia suburbs after driving
it for something like 20 minutes, looking it over for maybe half an hour,
and getting a lot of blather from the owner. Anyhow, it was late November,
cloudy and cold, as I headed down I-95 toward Washington full of hope and
fear. The wiring was a disaster (the car has since been totally
rewired), so I was afraid to turn on the headlights; every time I stepped
on the brakes, I prayed that the car would stop; the car had a South
Wind heater and, although it was bitter cold, I was afraid to fire that
monster of a heater up; I kept the window down so that the windshield
wouldn't fog; I had no idea about oil consumption; and, last but not
least, I had no idea how good the gas gauge was or what kind of mileage I
was getting.
In a nutshell, I was terrified, but on a real high -- after all, I
would have to face HER HIGHNESS (wife) on arrival who wasn't exactly
excited about me bringing home another antique auto. But, hey, that's part
of the fun.
Trust me, adrenaline was pumping as I roared down the Interstate
and kept up with traffic hauling along about 80. Fellow travelers tooted,
gave thumbs up, and waved, as I raced home trying to arrive before dark
and before I froze to death.. I finally made it, and my teeth chattered
for about two days..
Although nothing untoward happened, I shall never forget that trip.
Yes, you listen to every rattle and every squeak, and you worry about
every bump in the road. I highly recommend a good trip in your old
car.... it's a thrill a minute. I could have sold tickets if other guys
felt the same sense of adventure that I did.
Stay in the know. Pulse on the new Yahoo.com. Check it
out.
|
Back to the Home of the Forward Look Network