Today’s a day off. It’s the first time Hot Rod has given a Power Tour time to rest and relax, along with fixing anything which may have broken. I just hope lots of the Tour dudes are out in the Station Casino parking lots using swell Mothers® products to clean their cars, trucks, and the occasional Isetta.

After yesterday’s fiasco, folks started to complain about the Hot Dogs by Floyd car terrorizing the neighborhood (What, you didn’t read about Jack getting into mischief? Just check o ut some of these pictures).

It got really bad when Jack drove up on the dyno. . . 

. . . and spun up a whopping 27 grams of fat (Oops. Never mind, that was my trip to the ice cream store).

We ended up finding a sweet, ’65 Mustang 2+2 to race, although he lost control in some water and wrecked Jack bad. I learned those words from watching NASCAR races on TV.

Then, the folks at BFG decided to take some monster tires and flatten Jack. Thanks to some great traction. . . 

. . . he escaped by the skin of his teeth.

Jack begged and pleaded for more power. He’s leaning towards this 426 Hemi, though I’m trying to talk him into a Ford motor.

Anyway, today is a day off. Relax. Rejuvenate ourselves. Spend lots of money in the casino, they said. I decide to take a stroll around the parking lot nearest the hotel entrance before looking for a nice 4 course lunch. I see Gray Baskerville standing in the lot next to an old Fairlane, drooling. Must have been a late night, I think. Come to find out, Gray just returned from a ride in this original 1964 Thunderbolt and is salivating at the chance to ride in it again.

This is the first white Thunderbolt produced, and the 12th overall. It’s original down to the aluminum front bumper, radio/heater delete, and fiberglass front end. What a car. And it’s going all the way.

What a day for Ford heaven. What could be better? The walk back to the front door has me passing the Summitt Racing SN95 Mustang, which is stuffed with 525 cubic inches of motor, and a Paxton Novi 2000 Supercharger. Word has it the car loafs at 130 mph. Some folks have all the luck. It must really need that 6 point roll bar.