Wednesday, October 17, 2012

There's a first time...

They say there's a first time for everything. It was certainly true in my case...
I was all into cars, the magazines, video games, the Internet, all the info and pictures I could find and collect...
I even been laughed at by relatives because at 15 because my "career" had nothing relevant, my "field of work" was pure fiction and I should find any job instead of looking in shops to work on cars before having a driver's license. It didn't worked well at first, so I worked as bus boy while completing high school.
I then got to learn the real stuff:

"C'est pas une science, tabarnak" -M. Tanguay

Loosely translated it gives, "It's not a fucking science"... Best lesson ever. Really. 

This is from my vocational studies, to become a mechanic. That teacher led more students to Gold in the national contest than any other in years. You can trust this guy. And it applies to anything. It means you NEED some stuff to make something happen. If you don't have it all, IT WON'T WORK. It's that simple, find what's missing and fix it, it will work again.

While learning that, I also had some holidays. Like labor day, Christmas... And Easter.

Yeah, Easter weekend... Friday morning, it's like 10 AM, phone rings. My mom. "Hey, wanna go to a Muscle Car Museum?
-Yeah, where?

Quebec-Tennessee. 17 hours one way. Why not? After all, it's a long weekend. We were gone by 2 PM. 
Simple trip, I-87 to I-90 then all the way down I-81. But, a stopover at the Mohegan Sun Casino in Connecticut to try that restaurant, the SolToro Tequila Grill was in order... Great food and that loco hot sauce is... loco hot!

All day Saturday on the road, we stopped in Abingdon, Virginia for the night, just before the state line. This is where I saw Fast and Furious... With Brian yelling at his GPS, the same way my mom did on the way down...

Sunday morning, we were at the Floyd Garrett's Muscle Car Museum in Sevierville. I touched that '70 white Challenger, you know which one... I bet you even know the plates on it. Tour done, time to go home? Not quite. South it is, to the Hollywood Star Cars Museum in Gatlinburg. I saw the Buick from the movie I saw not 24 hours before!

Sat in Eleanor, the Eclipse, Bandit's Pontiac, KITT... 

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