[DeTomaso] ‘‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

[marshallgsmith]

That's a classic Scott! Merry Christmas to you and everyone!
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-------- Original message --------From: Scott Mead Photography <scott at scottmeadphotography.com> Date: 12/25/18  8:58 AM  (GMT-08:00) To: DeTomaso at server.detomasolist.com Subject: [DeTomaso] ‘‘Twas the Night Before Christmas 
‘Twas the day before Christmas and I’m in the garage, trying to figure out what the heck was going on.

The AC system that I paid big bucks for, never worked well, not really not at all.

It leaked like a sieve from day number one, the vendor who installed it told me to pound sand and move on. 

One day I was driving at a tick past 80, with other cars flying by me on the 210 freeway.

It was a slightly warm day, and I said what the hell, let’s flick on the AC and see if it’ll chill.

When all of a sudden I had such a fright, there was sudden big wooshing sound, a  white cloud obscured my rear sight.

I threw in the clutch and checked all the gauges, oil pressure and temp good, my fear faded.
 
I pulled off the freeway and open the rear hatch only to find a massive caster oil mess. 

The AC had blown, that was clearly the case, so I drove the car home and put the car cover in place. 

Christmas Eve came, I went out to the garage. As Santa was coming to help me along.

I pulled off a wheel, and splash shield in my way, dropped the AC lines and condenser from the engine bay.

I had to laugh as I looked at the damage, One tube had blown, like a firework package.

lo and behold Santa arrived, he jumped from his Mongo box truck, a wrapped package inside.

I ripped away the paper with reckless abandon, pulled out the new condenser as my heart pitter-pattered.

Shiny aluminum with all the right fittings, Santa and I started reassembly: new hoses, valves and a dryer for good measure.

The vacuum pump was fitted, drawing every ounce of air out. The gauge never wavered, the seal was finally stout!

I fired the car with a thunderous roar, waking the neighbors and shaking their floors.

R134 started flowing  soon after, filling the tubes, chilled by the gasses. 

The thermometer probe said it all, a chilly 42 degrees meant all was well. 

With a twinkle in eye and foot on the gas, it was time for the Pantera to finally haul ass.

The speedo hitting 80 and cool air on my face I wish you a Merry Christmas, and you win every street race!

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   That's a classic Scott!

   Merry Christmas to you and everyone!

   Sent from my Verizon, Samsung Galaxy smartphone

   -------- Original message --------
   From: Scott Mead Photography <scott at scottmeadphotography.com>
   Date: 12/25/18 8:58 AM (GMT-08:00)
   To: DeTomaso at server.detomasolist.com
   Subject: [DeTomaso] ``Twas the Night Before Christmas

   `Twas the day before Christmas and I'm in the garage, trying to figure
   out what the heck was going on.
   The AC system that I paid big bucks for, never worked well, not really
   not at all.
   It leaked like a sieve from day number one, the vendor who installed it
   told me to pound sand and move on.
   One day I was driving at a tick past 80, with other cars flying by me
   on the 210 freeway.
   It was a slightly warm day, and I said what the hell, let's flick on
   the AC and see if it'll chill.
   When all of a sudden I had such a fright, there was sudden big wooshing
   sound, a  white cloud obscured my rear sight.
   I threw in the clutch and checked all the gauges, oil pressure and temp
   good, my fear faded.
   I pulled off the freeway and open the rear hatch only to find a massive
   caster oil mess.
   The AC had blown, that was clearly the case, so I drove the car home
   and put the car cover in place.
   Christmas Eve came, I went out to the garage. As Santa was coming to
   help me along.
   I pulled off a wheel, and splash shield in my way, dropped the AC lines
   and condenser from the engine bay.
   I had to laugh as I looked at the damage, One tube had blown, like a
   firework package.
   lo and behold Santa arrived, he jumped from his Mongo box truck, a
   wrapped package inside.
   I ripped away the paper with reckless abandon, pulled out the new
   condenser as my heart pitter-pattered.
   Shiny aluminum with all the right fittings, Santa and I started
   reassembly: new hoses, valves and a dryer for good measure.
   The vacuum pump was fitted, drawing every ounce of air out. The gauge
   never wavered, the seal was finally stout!
   I fired the car with a thunderous roar, waking the neighbors and
   shaking their floors.
   R134 started flowing  soon after, filling the tubes, chilled by the
   gasses.
   The thermometer probe said it all, a chilly 42 degrees meant all was
   well.
   With a twinkle in eye and foot on the gas, it was time for the Pantera
   to finally haul ass.
   The speedo hitting 80 and cool air on my face I wish you a Merry
   Christmas, and you win every street race!