Sitting, waiting patiently is the Datsun. "I'm here, when you need me." Yesterday, I had a moment to take the offer. It was sunny, cold, late in the day but I could choose to take the car to run errands... I'm in. Turning onto the main street out of the neighborhood, the carbs stumbling a bit from being cold, she still barks and responds to the throttle. Out comes this wonderful U20 sound as she sucks in gobs of ice cold air through the Dellortos. A smile crosses my face... man I love this car. Each stop light is a chance to run through the gears, even for a short moment. I'm feeling better. Then on the way home I elect to take the freeway so I can keep the pedal mashed to the floor for a bit. I hit the exit north of 100mph. Now I'm really smiling. My face is freezing but my heart is beating hot blood through my veins. A minor detour leads me down to the valley road that will circle back home. I hit the light just right, drop her into second and take a hard left as I slam the gas. Out comes the tail as the limited slip puts the power down, and a little opposite lock shoots us down the road with nobody in front of me. Boewaaaaaap! says the engine as she she climbs onto the cam through the gears, then another hard left and it's up the hill at warp speed with 7000 rpm shifts to the stop light... and I'm better. Much better. I'm smiling, my soul feels lighter, and I'm ready to soldier on. As I shut her down in the garage, all I can do is pat her on the hood and thank this friend for giving me exactly what I needed, as it always has. A friend for 33 years for a reason. A friend indeed. Keep Calm and Motor On. I love my Roadster.
