it'll be the Ventura Nationals - ex-primer nationals.
our old home of 14+ years.
A great excuse to visit old friends
and check out all the changes in the small town.
The other reason is now the show is put on by an old friend Holly,
who rose through the hot rod ashes and is now the big so-cal promoter.
realize each car has it's own drama on how it got there.
You figure for each running car,
there are some that broke down,
there are multiple unfinished projects that missed the deadline,
and even more that may shoot for next year.
I bet it's like 1 out of 30 cars that'll show up.
There's a bit of luck and hard work in each.
which hot rod to take up.
The 40 and the 29 are both runners,
and it was tough to choose.
The comfort or the fun.
Last year the drive in chief was a handful.
After some new rear tires
and switching the fronts,
it drove like a new car.
The rears were 13 pounds lighter each side!
No wonder it was a handful.
Drive up with a friend Mario with his f100.
Something happened Thursday.
I had the wild idea to do a double.
but the schedule didn't allow it.
Jaxon was amazed I'd procrastinate this hard.
I said let's put in an hour and see how smoothly things go.
After a scrub down,
the trailer load was gonna be fun.
to rig this utility trailer with proper ramps!
Using a chainfall or chainhoist,
there was no way we were gonna redo this!
So much work in that time.
Couldn't have done it without the kids.
Jaxon learned that pulling off stunts like this
just reinforces the power of procrastination!
hoping to catch the 730 southbound train.
200 miles later I arrived with 11 minutes to spare!
I parked in a safe spot up by the old shop,
and cruised the mile or so to the station.
In my rush I was too late to buy a ticket,
or more importantly make a bike reservation.
Heck I wasn't sure if I was gonna make that train!
It was either dump it off at the next station or wait for a later train.
Fortunately we have family in Camarillo.
I frantically called my cuñada Vanessa,
and she saved the day.
At the stop,
I ran out,
tied the bike up,
and hoped for the best.Such a relief when she texted the pic!
This was the fullest it got.
There's even empty shelving up top.
I think AMTRAK has a lame bike system.
For a 7+ car train,
you'd think there would be sufficient room,
or at least allow creative storage.
I usually take the night train,
which misses he sights of the California coast.
Fortunately the wife picked me up part way.
Jaxon and I got on the road about 7 pm.
We hung out downtown for a bit,
then dumped the 40 to save time the next morning.
I don't think I've ever done that before!