Your first uncorked trip, to the muffler shop...

Last summer, I was working on a '67 GTX with the Belvedere trim/ lights, set up like the Silver Bullet, down to the cage, cragars, redlines, hurst slicks and V gate.

We're next door to an engine tuner/ builder on a back service road, so the cops never do anything, but that one was a little much. 11:1's in the RB on 103 octane.

I took one pass at full throttle to check 2nd gear shift. Didn't like it. Fixed the linkage, took it down the road at 1/2 throttle, couldn't get it to hook up and called it a day. I told the guy that the shifter worked just fine, everything was set up and he'd have to take it to the track to get the bugs worked out.

I turned around in a parking lot at the end of the street that I usually do, and this guy came out, put his hand on the fender and told me how his wife loves motors and he's a big fan of racer rods, but that it was loud and I had to go, now.

After that, I told my boss and after we decided not to drive open exhaust cars down the frontage anymore, we also decided to dedicate a shirt slogan for our shop that reads "My Wife Loves Motors".