Just going to have a “vent” as Im feelin a bit down this morning..
I came back from seeing a friend, he’s really my brother’s mate but I have known Darrin for a while now he is our age mid forties. He is a mad car guy, has owned an immaculate mid sixes Lincoln and currently a 64 GTO. The thing is he will never drive the GTO, he is in the mid stages of motor neurons.
I went to see him as my brother came up from where he lives about five hours away and one and a half for me, he has moved to a small country town in Western Australia where h is family live . He’s a very smart guy and was originally working for computer company in the USA, its where he spent his working life.
My brother spent the week with him helping him set up the house he is renting, watching the football and rugby grand finals as well as nursing him. My brother said as I drove away he fell over in the driveway splitting his head open, he wanted to take him to the hospital as it was quite a bit of damage, he refused to go and instead he sat up drinking until 1 in the morning , that’s Darrin for you! We light cigarettes and push them into his mouth and he’s happy.
While I was with him we had to go over and pick up the GTO from his brother and bring to his house a few blocks away, he wanted me to drive it. I thought it was unregistered but he said “no its fully registered and its got ¾ tank of gas” Of course I said “lets go then!” I drove him miles out of town in this dusty 600hp GTO with the thought of “this is his last ride” , I pushed the throttle down a bit and let her go… Frightened me and I only had it down a 1/3rd of the way and later realized the two other carbs don’t come in until 2/3rds of the way down ..Guueezzus!
I doubt if his brother will take him out in it he is deteriorating fast, such a shame as the car was a nut and bolt resto. I believe he will leave it to his brother who has a desirable Falcon yet that lives in a chook shed. I feel the same may come of this car.
Anyway I’ve said my bit, got some off my chest. WE are car guys and I feel privileged to have taken him on his last ride.
