Gimme your lunch money, General Lee

Day three of feeling Surround Sound, but I'm resting again. For one, my husband got pissed when I told him I was planning on going to the gym this morning. He (and 432 other people) have given me good advice to take the week off and make sure I'm really feeling better before beating my body down with swings and burpees. And since he's the one I haven't been able to make out with for two weeks, I sort of owe him. So off the CrossFit topic...

Check out our hot new ride.



She’s a 1973 AMC Javelin AMX, and this is the part where I’m supposed to talk about all the technical specs with the engine and exhaust and stuff. Problem is, I don’t know any of those details. I don’t know anything about the carburetor, or the drive train, or the engine block. Here’s what I DO know about this car… It’s red. And a stick. And hot. And I’m going to look hot DRIVING it. But that’s about all I know, because this car falls firmly in the camp of Boy Stuff.

Now, I've got a tomboy side. Growing up, I helped my Dad tinker with everything from our first family powerboat to his 1974 Volkswagen Thing. I don’t mind getting dirty, I like taking things apart and I could absolutely see myself getting into the restoration of this car. But right now, this is Scott’s baby, and he’s super excited to work on this with HIS Dad, so I am not concerning myself with the man-details.

To illustrate, here is a conversation between me, Scott, my Dad and my sister Kelly about the new car.

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Me: Scott's had his eye on an older AMC or Camaro for a while now, and this Javelin was in such good shape we couldn’t pass it up. It'll be on the road by Spring. How hot am I gonna look in this car?

Dad: Those were really hot cars in their day. I hope yours has the dual glass packs for that sweet big displacement V8 sound that you just cant get anymore.

Kelly: It looks suspiciously like the General Lee!! Please, please paint a confederate flag on top and the number '01'. I will practice jumping in and out through the windows in anticipation of my next visit to NH.

Dad: The General Lee wasn’t an AMC – it was a 1969 Dodge Charger.

Me: If you’re going to jump in through the window, you have to wear the short shorts. Or a pair of bib overalls. Either way.

Dad: It better have a V8, I'm guessing at least one 4-barrel carb and hope against hope, 4 on the floor?

Me: It has SPICY V-8, one thousand grams of carbs (but good carbs) and hopefully there is NO ONE on the floor, or that will make for some very cramped leg room.

Scott: Sigh. It's got dual exhaust right off the manifold - actually needs a muffler of some sort on each or you wouldn't be able to hear yourself think. It's also got a 360 number-matching engine, and will have a brand new four-barrel holley when it's done. And of course it's a 4-speed. This thing would eat the General Lee for breakfast. Pffft.

Kelly: I'm going to get you a horn that plays Dixie for your birthday

Me: I wish I still had my Daisy Duke beach towel.

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And I'm pretty sure my Dad and Scott stopped "replying all" at that point. But still, moving past the 360 and 4-barrel and dual something or other… let’s get back to what is really important. How HOT am I going to look in this car? Answer: Really, really hot, based on the below dramatic recreation.