“Toss me that adjustable.” I said.
“Which one? Johnny Sideburns replied.
“The bigger one. Next to the ratchet.”
Johnny handed me the adjustable. I was underneath my ‘51 pickup doing some tinkering. I have smaller A arms ‘cause when I lowered the truck the first time I didn’t think it’d be as much of a problem as it turned out to be. The wheels kept rubbing the wells and speed bumps were an absolute nightmare.
“What do you think of the new kid?”
I chuckled out, “Who? Mr. Whitesnake?”
“What about his Merc?”
“There’s not much to dislike about any Merc that’s chopped and shaved with a flame job and a nice motor under the hood I guess,” I answered as I slid out from under my truck.
To see the rest of Jimmy Carbone’s tale, see Rodz #42.
