My Studebaker Melodrama is reaching a Climax!

I knew that if I used the word Climax, you'd read this.

Well, it turns out that Miss Rose is but 40 miles from me as I type.  That is unless DAS has to make a delivery in someplace along the way - say, Kentucky.  Don't think I'm exaggerating dear ones - these people have allowed my Misty Rose colored Studebaker Lark Regal to wander all over God's green earth with no logic.

Anyway, she is within towing distance, and thats the most important thing imaginable.

She should get delivered to the local carrier tonight, and with any luck, should be dropped at the local gear shop in the morning to diagnose her malady that prevents her from running under her own power.  Hopefully they can fix that quick and I can get her home on Friday.  Wouldn't that be swell?

Oh, Rapacious Joy!