A couple of friends who attended the Reno event with their wives for several years bugged me to bring my wife and join them. I couldn't ever find a room. One year their wives decided not to go so the guys doubled up so we could have one of their rooms.
We decided to drive my wife's Chevy, I had restored it as an original but it needed new exhaust. I asked her what she wanted and she said "I want it to rumble". So, I ordered and installed a complete dual exhaust with glass packs. We were both disappointed with the sound but what the heck, we were going anyway.
The first part of her vacation was cancelled at work so I decided to offer to take a recently retired life long friend. He could help me drive down, hang with us during the day and stay at his sisters house. My wife flew down on Friday night after work.
My friend came out to our house and we jumped in the Impala and headed South. I drove to Pendleton Oregon where we stopped for gas and lunch. I threw the keys to my friend and we headed East on I 84. Now, I usually drive five over the speed limit and he is going twenty over. It is really hot and we have all the windows down. I shouted he has to pay all of his own tickets, He retired from our hometown police force and was packing a gold badge so he said not to worry about it.
Well, we swapped drivers every gas stop and eventually found our room in nearby Sparks Nevada. My buddies were there so we checked in and cleaned up the car. They wanted to go over to Reno and see the cars and vendors so I offered to take them in the Impala. They were pretty happy about that and guided me to the parking garage behind the Eldorado Casino. Driving up the steep ramps with the windows open I noticed the exhaust was now seasoned and sounded darn cool. We went through the first floor and headed up to the second where some parking spaces on the ramp were full of very new cars. My exhaust set off the car alarms on all of the ramps. What a hoot.
At the end of the day we all met in the casino lobby and headed to the elevator. We were hot and thirsty and one of them produced some cold beer from the big package he had picked up. So we all opened one and got to the car. I drank mine on the way down the garage ramps and we started laughing about the alarms going off so, with some open brews in the car I headed back up and told them we will do this until there were no open containers in the car. They made sure we had to make three more trips up the garage ramps.
We had a great time and the fun just intensified when my wife joined us. We had no glitches on the trip, the car made a good impression everywhere we went and ran like a top and my buddy never even got pulled over. He also commented about what a great driver the Impala was compared to his (very cherry) 1964 GTO. Certainly one of my most memorable Classic car trips.