So, Clarence, my boss’s husband comes over one Saturday and takes a look. We had shown it off to a couple of people already, but it was just a show. Just a look around and under the hood. No one seemed to know exactly what we had.
Clarence is a mechanic by trade. He brought his work truck and started poking around the Nova.
He didn’t know what engine was in it. He knew nothing about the supercharger. These things made me feel better about asking questions.
After hooking it up to a battery and pouring some gas in the carburetor, we found out that the engine would turn over. Excited. We couldn’t keep it running, but for short periods of time we could, at least, tell that the engine would run.
It sounded mean.
Whoever had been working on it before had bypassed the gas tank and had been using a plastic bottle to feed it gasoline while they worked on it. We found out that we needed a gas tank. This one was rotted out.
He also noticed that it had suspension bars in the rear, and that meant it had probably been raced. There were a couple of other signs that led to that as well. The supercharger was one. Although he couldn’t figure out how it was set up to run. The hood has holes in it where it was chained down. Whoever raced it, raced in on a bench seat with a lap seatbelt. Crazy.
Anyway, when Clarence left both Catherin and I were excited about the possibilities that this car could bring. I started dreaming about getting on the road, and ramped up my research.
I still had no idea what to do with it. It was still sitting in the yard. I could tell it needed a lot of work, and I didn’t want to drop it off and be at some shop’s mercy.
Then Josiah wanted to go look at a car.
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