I was getting really excited about our impending move to Spain, I had started looking at things to do, places to visit, how faraway Italy was from Valencia, and even working out some routes for trips out later on next year, and on top of all that I had another Drag Racing meeting to attend. I didn't expect to be still here to be honest so this was a little extra something to make up for the disappointment of the first couple pulling out of the house purchase. So last Friday morning the 14th September I was away on the road with the pick-up at around 4:15am having already apologised to Beth for missing her Birthday...Once again!
As usual we set up camp in the directed position in the pits with the rest of The Wild Bunch then the crew got started on fettling the car ready to run, Friday wasn't a brilliant day, Saturday was much better with Steve getting the car down into the low 9 second bracket, Steve wasn't too happy as he wanted more out of the car.
More work was done on the car and even though we seemed to have an unending stream of small problems all of Sunday we managed it Steve ran his first 8 second run at an amazing 8.7 seconds at 152mph, just about equalling my best ever time, we are talking hundredths of a second difference here.and this was with yet again a poorly engine and only launching on 4000 rpm instead of 7000 rpm so lots more to come. We packed up and returned the trailer to the storage unit and I took along probably last look as I thought Lorni and I would be away in Spain i a few weeks time.
Could be the last time I see my name on the car, I have told Steve that by hook or by crook I will be back for next years Dragstalgia to run the car, but time will tell on that one, I was a little bit emotional on the drive home I was thinking of my father and his passion for Drag racing and how I had achieved something he had always wanted to and now my son his grandson had also achieved his dream.
I got home around 9:30 in the evening and Lorni had my dinner waiting for me she poured me a drink sat me down and then told me that on Friday afternoon she had received a phone call from the estate agents to let us know that the second purchasers had withdrawn from the sale, she hadn't told me till I got home as she didn't want to spoil my weekend bless her. To say I was devastated would be an understatement we had been through this twice now and it sure seemed like life really didn't want us to leave the Country. I left thinking too much about it till the morning. Once sorted and dressed I had along chat with Lorni, now poor Lorni is going to work with a knackered knee she shouldn't be working at all to be honest but if she wasn't we wouldn't be able to pay any of our bills she has soldiered on because the light at the end of the tunnel was visible. Poor girl was an emotional mess so I said I tell you what we know a builder we'll ask Peter if he is interested to knows anyone who might be if not! we will just stick the house up for auction and take what we can get and just go.
We will get to Spain before the end of October, well this seemed to cheer Lorni up a bit, I walked the dog and while I was out Lorni rang me, one of the guys in the estate agents had rang her to let her know that "He" was interested in our house and had to wait till all the potential purchasers had done their thing, He came round the next day with his builder friend and father and then put an offer on the house which we accepted, yaaa the house is sold again, albeit for a lot less than we had hoped for but more than we would have got through an auction, but the money wasn't as important as seeing a twinkle back in Lorni's eyes, Here we go again.
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