We went on the rally, drove all the way up to Nordegg, and came back. No problems whatsoever.
I came in today, quit my job, and now I'm posting pictures of our trip.
The Town Car is the perfect car for camping. Look at how much room we had in the trunk:
Our team departed from Airdrie after getting groceries here. This car is not easy to drive in tight parking lots.
Eventually we arrived in Nordegg and met up with the Dustang.
After a blast up the FTR where we dodged deer and sheep, we arrived at the Pepper Lake campgrounds. Here's a picture of our fender lip.
And the Dustang.
After an incredibly cold night, we prepared the next morning to break camp. The Dustang needed to be cleaned.
We ingested relatively less beer ourselves, though I'm pretty sure at least some of our empties were in the previous shot.
At last, Pepper Lake. Warm, and the trout were biting.
Team Dustang mentioned that they saw a gravel pit on the way in, and demanded to do sick donuts. I complied as best the Town Car could, but it didn't like doing it. The Dustang, on the other hand, was born for this.
We left the FTR for civilization. At Rocky, we stopped for Burger Baron.
We drove to Gull Lake. We were near passing out while driving so we decided to camp early.
Proof that we ate
some vegetables during the trip:
The next morning, the Dustang and the Town Car went their separate ways. We ended up at the Reynolds Museum.
For whatever reason, the Town Car only got dusty on the wheels and tires (as well as everything in the trunk). This dust is still there, too.
So we went to the Reynolds Museum. It's pretty awesome.
This traction engine has wicked sick wheels:
This (registered, driven) Country Squire has a little secret:
We also got to get driven around by the coolest curator I've ever hung out with and her four-door Bel-Air Tradesman with a three on the tree.
All good things must come to an end, and so we went home, stopping in Red Deer:
I am still sort of amazed how many cars we were able to pass on Highway 2. This thing is a dog performance-wise and will just not let you get much above 120 indicated before it starts to get the bowel shakes.
Finally, we arrived at the Ranch:
Here is the final condition of our fender lip after getting clobbered in every parking lot in the province:
I really loved this trip, and I think the car was phenomenal for what we put into it. Now begins the tough task of trying to find someone who will take the car off my hands and elevate it to the level of greatness that it deserves.
This means the Town Car is
FOR SALE:
clicky