--PART II - The Trip to the Store with Estelle --
I did eventually regain my composure, and had settled down to mumbling "Hemi" over and over again and shaking my head. I had completely forgotten
that we were actually going to the store, not just looking at this one of a kind car.
So, we both got in this car (in the garage). She starts up the Coronet and let's it idle for a second. Even with a stock exhaust system, you could
tell when a Hemi fired up. They just oozed horsepower (425 of them). I'm sitting there expecting this agonizing slow motion ride to the store,
I'm not sure but I think my head may have impacted the dashboard when Estelle mashed the gas pedal in 'Reverse' and laid rubber out of her garage.
And before I could even recover she'd dropped it into 'Drive' and mashed the gas pedal again, laying rubber across the parking lot! HOLY S#!! I
didn't know if she was having a stroke or what the hell was going on, but we were haulin' ass!
We shot out of the parking lot into the street in this power-slide maneuver, and then the secondaries on the carburetor opened up and whipped my head
back into the headrest. Her foot was glued to the floor!
About 100 yards in front of us I could see a stop sign coming up. Estelle wasn't letting up, this thing was wide-open, Bay-bee!! I thought she'd
lift and brake any moment...nope! We blew through the intersection going at least 70mph!!
I said (as calmly as I could)..."Estelle, ummm, that was a Stop sign back there."
She looks over at me and says..."I know. But I'm old; I don't have time for that!"
I kinda' started to get skeered just a little bit then (aka - my toes had dug into the carpet clutching to hang on, and my sphincter muscle was
pinching the buttons off the upholstery on the seat). Now there was a stoplight coming and it was red, and there were cars stopped. Estelle was
gonna' have to stop this time, or else there was going to be a MAJOR malfunction!
I'm not sure how close we got before Estelle braked, but I could see the whites of the dinner plate sized eyes of the person in front of us in their
rearview mirror, that look of terror was probably reflected on my face too. Just like the gas pedal, Estelle knew only one position, mash it to the
floor...and that's just exactly what she did with the brake. We finally skidded to a stop about 3/8th's of an inch from the car in front of us. I
was paralyzed, my fingernails digging into the dashboard.
When the light turned green, Estelle just sat there. For a moment I thought maybe she died. She was just sitting there staring straight ahead. I
figured her heart just exploded from all the excitement. Nope, a split second later she just mashed the gas again and we launched off again. (she
was just giving the terrified driver in front of us a head start).
We managed to make it to the parking lot in one piece. I didn't even notice that she'd parked. "Parked" is probably a strong word, she really more
just stopped at a random location and got out. We got whatever it was we went to the store for, and my knees were still wobbly when we got back to
I asked Estelle if she'd mind if I drove her "Cool Car" on the way home (it was really a self-preservation ruse). She agreed, and I did the "blue
head" 25mph, holding up traffic, drive all the way home.
It didn't occur to me until later that I now understood why my grandmother had such vivid memories of Estelle and her car scorched into her
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