We were members of the South Plains Sports Car Club when we lived in Lubbock. They had lots of special events, though not actual car races like NASCAR.
We realized the wear and tear on the Porsche might be too expensive. After looking at several cars, we decided that the Austin Healey Sprite might hold up to the rigors we planned to put it through.
We loved zipping around town in the little bug-eyed Sprite. It was fun to drive, but rough to ride in. For that reason, we nicknamed it Teddy Roosevelt, because it was a rough rider.
Bill installed an air horn and air tank under the front left fender. I would say that every time we honked it, the little car shot backwards, but that isn’t true.
Whenever the Sports Car Club went anywhere out of town as a group, we were put at the front of the line so we could “clear the road.” One time we were in a traffic circle and a semi was beside us and a little bit ahead. We honked and watched him in his mirrors as he tried to locate us. Finally, he opened his door, looked down, and there we were. The last car to pass him that day said he was still laughing.
Every time we filled with gasoline, we filled the air tank, also.
(More adventures to come!)
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