There was a local car club show this past weekend and my son wanted to take a couple of his cars to display. He asked me to drive his 1966 Sunbeam Tiger. (Grandson J had spent a fair amount of time cleaning, polishing and getting it ready.)
I arrived at the appointed time and J and I headed out with my son following. We were just commenting on how well the car was running when, about 11 miles from home, it died. We pushed it into a Taco Bell parking lot and proceeded to troubleshoot the problem. We decided that the aftermarket electric fuel pump had given up the ghost. We couldn't find any blown fuses so we figured this would require a new pump, which we did not have.
We called for a tow and sat down to wait. While we were sitting there, we had our own impromptu car show as people pulled of the highway to ogle the Sunbeam.
The tow truck came and I volunteered to escort the Sunbeam home while they went on to the car show in the other car.
The day wasn't a total loss. While they didn't get any trophies for the car, they did win second place for the best hard luck story.
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