Ahhhh, she purrrrs!

Picked up Little Darlin' from the auto hospital where she had what I'm calling a lung transplant.  Her breathing apparatus had a hole in it, causing massive amounts of black, stinky smoke to pour from her underbelly in the mornings.  All better now.  New exhaust pipe, muffler, catalytic converter, and a bit of tinkering with the carb.  So quiet, now I CAN sneak up on folks.  Now she needs new front knees to go with the new feet and shoes she got from Chuck earlier this year.  She tends to porpoise a bit when hitting bumps.  New shocks and she'll sit up straight.  Just glad that I won't be pumping a ton of carbon every morning now.  Yay!