saw that the blonde got wind of my prank when she with hand waved and shouted merited attention while I hastily roared in on the grass surface.
– It´s a greaser car !
(There is no good translation for the Swedish word raggarbil but it means a car that cruises around town at night picking up girls, having fun, playing loud music maybe and taking a drink in the back seat.) (You know like in the American Graffiti) Big cars, big engines, young drivers and party all night long in the weekends.) Other than that the people were good hard working men and women all week. )
After I parked neatly next to the others out on the airfield, I had barely gotten out of the car when the chairman of the SHRA Lindesberg,
came like a Moose on long legs across the field, stood in front of me and shouted indignantly in broken Swedish-English why in heavens name me my idiot pulled into this field.
- “What,” I said irritably, “You did not want to let me in so suit your self”
-“Well you’ve got a hot rod, a greaser car”, he said
- “Look around you,” I answered tired and threw out my arm against the cars around us “it’s picking up greaser hot rod cars everywhere here, I myself have ridden in the back seat of a couple of them.
- People in Sweden have cruised around picking up with US cars for almost thirty years and if you must fend off anyone who has not show painting or going bone stock classic, but drives for fun sometimes in non-renovated four-door-cars, so you’ll find it hard to get members of the club or any visitors to your car meet next year ” i said as young as I was. Then I turned on my heel and began to walk around and check out the other cars. Finally a sealing in the transmission of the Coronet gave up, with the result that a gallon of oil flowed out as soon as we parked and I was constantly pouring from a yellow bowl that was placed under the car. Stupid as I was and additionally broke I didn’t
correct the problem but made it easy for me and the car was sold off and the next car, a Dodge Dart was purchased. The price quadrupled in for years. A few years later, in the late 1990s, I met the Coronet again. It had the tranny replaced, chromed wheels and looked better than ever. Thought of buying it back but it was almost four times more than I once paid, so I abstained.
Today shut down in a barn somewhere.
-I was perhaps lucky because something must have happened to my first car? It’s been off the road for the last thirteen years.