Well, it was Lonestar Round Up (lonestarroundup.com) time once again. It is a traditional hot rod and custom show held annually in Austin, TX. It draws enthusiasts and cars from around the country, around the world even. It is one of if not the biggest now of it's type. Nothing post 1963, and all the streetrod-y Boyd Coddington/Chip Foose kind of stuff gets no love here. Traditional gets the nods here. Viper guys were clowned on. Even classic Vettes. These guys don't care about all that goldchainer stuff, or anything bought not built. If it's not hot rod, custom, LEGIT 60's drag stuff it's off topic. If you've ever been on the HAMB you know what I'm talkin about.
But none of my Round Up worthy stuff was ready. But since I was going anyways I figured I'd cruise the buick there which was 1.5 hours away to sort some stuff out with the tune.
So I'm cruising down S. Congress St in a bone stock looking GN, except for a cage that you can barely see, that should run 9's on pump gas. It ran 10.0 with a burnt cylinder so I don't think that's a lavish claim. I was on my way to find a side street to park on. Congress is where the whole thing congregates after the show at the expo center. People next to me in hot rods and such are starting to turn there heads and check it out. I start hearing "GN" and "Grand National" from the sidewalks. Astute individuals noticed the cage and long wheel studs poking out from the stock wheels. As the crowd got denser, every 10 feet I'd hear "F'n GN!" or look at that Grand National!". Hot women were smiling at us and twirling their hair. My friends were cracking up about how people were nerding out about the car. It was surreal. It seemed that the car that is usally invisible that no one notices everywhere else was stealing the show. So I made a few more laps. It was a camera magnet. People were hollaring for burnouts, pouring their beer and drinks on the ground for a makeshift waterbox. Chicks were more than happy when I asked if they wanted to roll with for a little while and giggled about crawling over the cage in the turning lane where everybody could see their ass. That turbo howls with the dump open and people cheered. The guys that were cruising post 63 cars and muscle cars were revving at me and smiling. The vatos loved it. Dudes pants got tight and chicks skirts blew up when I came by. Nobody said Monte Carlo.
It was awesome.
Made me proud to be in a Buick.
But none of my Round Up worthy stuff was ready. But since I was going anyways I figured I'd cruise the buick there which was 1.5 hours away to sort some stuff out with the tune.
So I'm cruising down S. Congress St in a bone stock looking GN, except for a cage that you can barely see, that should run 9's on pump gas. It ran 10.0 with a burnt cylinder so I don't think that's a lavish claim. I was on my way to find a side street to park on. Congress is where the whole thing congregates after the show at the expo center. People next to me in hot rods and such are starting to turn there heads and check it out. I start hearing "GN" and "Grand National" from the sidewalks. Astute individuals noticed the cage and long wheel studs poking out from the stock wheels. As the crowd got denser, every 10 feet I'd hear "F'n GN!" or look at that Grand National!". Hot women were smiling at us and twirling their hair. My friends were cracking up about how people were nerding out about the car. It was surreal. It seemed that the car that is usally invisible that no one notices everywhere else was stealing the show. So I made a few more laps. It was a camera magnet. People were hollaring for burnouts, pouring their beer and drinks on the ground for a makeshift waterbox. Chicks were more than happy when I asked if they wanted to roll with for a little while and giggled about crawling over the cage in the turning lane where everybody could see their ass. That turbo howls with the dump open and people cheered. The guys that were cruising post 63 cars and muscle cars were revving at me and smiling. The vatos loved it. Dudes pants got tight and chicks skirts blew up when I came by. Nobody said Monte Carlo.
It was awesome.
Made me proud to be in a Buick.
Jk No one in this town even knows what a GN is.
