Had some fun yesterday. Took the Bel Air to the annual Cobra Picnic. This year it was held at the Estrella War Bird Museum. Drove the 45 miles in pouring rain. No leaks so that was good. Had a good lunch then toured the military and automobile museum. Really cool as I had not seen it in a few years as it was under construction last time I was there. Had to take a nap halfway through the day but I made it to the end. Rain had stopped by the time I was ready to leave so I snapped a couple of pictures of the car. They had me between the Mustang and Corvette clubs. Guess that was to keep them from fighting too much. Guy commented on the car and told me his Mustang was probably a little faster than the Chevy. I told him that was because he didn't know the secret of the car. When I told him it had the 400 HP LS engine and Corvette suspension he just quietly sulked away. One of the Corvette guys pointed out that the Gen 2 LS was rated at 400 HP through the cats. Since this car doesn't have cats he suggested the HP was probably closer to 450 to 460. Here are the pictures.
This last picture was really cool. A lady who was taking a picture told me that if I moved over by her I could get a picture of the car and plane reflecting in the water puddle.
So I know it is not a Studebaker but it is the inspiration I am using to make my Hawk fulfill all my dreams for the car. Driving the Chevy makes me really want to get my car done. By the way my dad flew those planes back in WW2. This was the best therapy for me as I had a really tough week. How tough was it. I was too weak and fatigued to even work on the Hawk or anything else for that matter. When I told my wife that she said one word "bad".
Dan
This last picture was really cool. A lady who was taking a picture told me that if I moved over by her I could get a picture of the car and plane reflecting in the water puddle.
So I know it is not a Studebaker but it is the inspiration I am using to make my Hawk fulfill all my dreams for the car. Driving the Chevy makes me really want to get my car done. By the way my dad flew those planes back in WW2. This was the best therapy for me as I had a really tough week. How tough was it. I was too weak and fatigued to even work on the Hawk or anything else for that matter. When I told my wife that she said one word "bad".
Dan
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