Yeppers, i talked my ex's dad into taking the gto out to the wed night car show. First time on the streets in over a decade. Stopped to get gas on the way down and drew a crowd. Funny listening to people start talking old cars as soon as one rolls on the lot. Made the show without issue, parked and walked the lot. Alot of very nice cars for just a cruise night. Decided to beat the rush and rolled out early with me behind the wheel. Got 2 blocks from the show and hit a yellow light. Stabbed the brakes and heard a "pop", brake pedal hit the floor and the car when hard right. Not what i'm looking for when driving someones baby. Got the car stopped in time and gave the pedal a few pumps. Nothing... Drove the rest of the way home nice and slow and used the trans to slow the car enough to get stopped. Time to tear into the brakes this weekend if we are going to drive it again soon...
Backstory on the car...
1967 Pontiac GTO. 400, 4spd originally marina blue with a white gut. Purchased in 1968 by my ex's dad. Painted crazy black metalflake sometime in the early 70's along with the funky chrome smoothies. Car is numbers matching, original metal, original interior. if it wasn't for the paint and wheels, it would be a true survivor. Now ya see why i was freaking about not wrecking this car...
Only bad thing is we were planning on working on his 65 gto that we are restoring. What to do, what to do, so many gto's, soo little time. We should all have it so rough...
On a bike note, BACON!!!!!!!!!!!! anyone wanna go?
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