About 18 months ago, Ben and I brought Esmeralda home to Sydney from Canberra.
She went up on stands, and ideas started flowing. I ditched the idea of ever regoing the thing, and set about a no-holds-barred budget track car. Dreams of Rocket Bunny, 16’s, stripped and caged; everything in blackest black.
Unfortunately, since then, I’ve had 3 shoulder dislocations, bringing the total to 7, a fractured ankle, and 4 surgeries. As time went on, and I was barely able to earn money and get to uni, let alone work on Esmeralda. She’s also gone from Esmerelda to Esmeralda, when I realised I couldn’t spell.
Regrettably the decision had to be made, with debts piling up, to sell her. Thankfully she hasn’t gone far, ending up in the garage of our great mate, and part of the family, Dale.
She’s in good hands now. Dale was the person most intent on getting Esmeralda moving along, when I was limited. After having to get rid of his own project car, when moving, I know he’s amped to get back into something.
Dale is a livewire.
Keep an eye out for updates when Dale gets cracking.