We are having some brand x difficulties at this time, so yesterday, it was time to play musical cars. My Mark VIII has been parked at my Mother's home in Dillon, SC, about 60 miles from home so I grabbed my 16 year old and we jumped in Betty to go get the Mark.
We hopped on the interstate and proceeded to Dillon.
There is something about this little Lark that is not normal. She runs SO good and is up to anything I put her through. This can't be a stock 259 in this car. It runs too strong.
We made it to Dillon with no problems, charged the battery in the Lincoln, puttered around the house for a few minutes, then headed for home.
As most of us know, a 16 year old is always hungry, so we had to stop at Wendys for lunch. Never stop in a Wendys in a small town when church is over. We must have answered 200 questions about the Lark. After about an hour, we headed for home, following my son. He was driving the Lincoln and and I was in the Lark.
James, my six foot something, two hundred pound, going to be a monster son is, as I found out, afraid of being beside an eighteen wheeler on the road. To remedy this, he nails the accelerator to get by the trucks. I'll admit, the Mark is quicker than Betty, but she held her own. We passed alot of trucks yesterday.
Just a little while ago, I got a call from my neighbor, letting me know that James was in the Lark, "practicing" driving a stick. Looks like I might be driving Christine more and Betty less!!!
I did try and get a picture of Christine parked in the high school parking lot but I was a little too far away. I'll see if I can't get a little closer next trip.
We hopped on the interstate and proceeded to Dillon.
There is something about this little Lark that is not normal. She runs SO good and is up to anything I put her through. This can't be a stock 259 in this car. It runs too strong.
We made it to Dillon with no problems, charged the battery in the Lincoln, puttered around the house for a few minutes, then headed for home.
As most of us know, a 16 year old is always hungry, so we had to stop at Wendys for lunch. Never stop in a Wendys in a small town when church is over. We must have answered 200 questions about the Lark. After about an hour, we headed for home, following my son. He was driving the Lincoln and and I was in the Lark.
James, my six foot something, two hundred pound, going to be a monster son is, as I found out, afraid of being beside an eighteen wheeler on the road. To remedy this, he nails the accelerator to get by the trucks. I'll admit, the Mark is quicker than Betty, but she held her own. We passed alot of trucks yesterday.
Just a little while ago, I got a call from my neighbor, letting me know that James was in the Lark, "practicing" driving a stick. Looks like I might be driving Christine more and Betty less!!!
I did try and get a picture of Christine parked in the high school parking lot but I was a little too far away. I'll see if I can't get a little closer next trip.
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