Today’s the day, for Faulkner to leave New Joisey and come home to Philly. I found a garage nearby in Philly where he will stay, while his new garage (and, deck) is built out back. Marie drove me over to the rental garage in Jersey, and I attempted to start him up after several months of sitting; “whrrr, whrrr, whrrr…” 45 seconds of that, and I thought better of running the battery down. We went across the street, got some starter spray, and put a little whiff in the carbureator. “Vhroom!” The mighty 318 roared into life.
Next, I backed him out of the garage, but… Something didn’t feel quite right. Moving ahead by 10 feet, I soon knew why; the front passenger side tire was flat. Fortunately, the caretaker at the garage site had an electric air pump, so in a few minutes Faulker had enough air to make it to the nearby gas station to finish the job.
And then – we were off! Barreling down Haddonfield-Berlin Road, onto Route 70, across the Ben Franklin Bridge and the Vine Street Expressway --easily creeping up to 65 mph, with hardly a touch to the gas pedal. Man, this is livin’.
And then, just to make sure this plan for a backyard garage isn’t insane – we threw wide the gates and I brought Faulkner into the back yard. Not a single backup!! He made it right in.
There he sits, right now; maybe later I’ll take him to the garage. For now, I’m happy to let him sit where he’ll soon live.
And soon, Roger, Ron, Matthew and me will make the trek to Carlisle in Faulkner. But first, some new tires (I got Porta-Whites! I’m gonna put them on), a new lead pipe, a differential seal, some floor mats, put the vent back in, put the weatherstripping in, put the door panels back on…
Hmmm. Mebbe Matthew better bump up his arrival date! 
Dan
