There are other AMCs in daily use, I know. They are few but still there. Tom Jennings in LA updates us on the performance of his "new" Hornet in a 50 mile one-way commute and has gone far and wide in his 63 Classic wagon. My friend Shelby uses his Pacer wagon with the fuel injected heart of a Jeep six and another friend Jim uses his 73 Javelin daily. I'm not working every day since being laid off, but do infrequently retrace my old commute to Gilroy to consult for my former employer and do some employee training. Today was one of those days. A beautiful central coast day with the blue sky and morning sun above and the huge oak in my yard starting to drop brown leaves. The leaves never turn golden, just shrivel from green to brown and litter the yard. My little ten year old gum will display gold and maroon leaves in a few weeks and be bare for about four to six weeks this winter before showing signs of a new growing season. The little blue Spirit sits at the curb waiting. I have only used it for local trips to the hardware store and grocery during the past couple of weeks. It needs a bath and the paint has thinned on the roof, showing a reddish primer underneath. I am fond of this little car, since I brought it back like the Phoenix from a stone dead two year silence in 2003. I learned a lot while reassembling the little Iron Duke and rebuilding that complicated Varijet Rochester carb. After several failed attempts due to a machine shop error and my own ignorance, it finally was running. I have continued to solve problems over the past months and it runs smoother and has more power now than it ever did before in my ownership. But even after much tinkering and tuning, and installing a new choke pulloff mechanism, the car is finicky on cold starts. Just one firm slow press on the accelerator to set the choke...ususally is what it takes. Today that didn't work, and it started lean and died once after a few seconds. After a restart I let it idle and warm just a while. After about 15 seconds I can slip into drive and the rpm comes down as the torque convertor builds pressure. This car has always done that. It doesn't lurch into gear like other cars with torqueflites. It glides into it slowly. Perhaps the torque convertor has to fill. A problem in the valve mechanism of the tranny? I don't know. By the time at I'm at the first traffic light down the block, the engine has warmed and settled into that sorta choppy but smooth really four cylinder idle. The dwell tach said 700 rpm at warm idle when I last tuned it and I imagine that's what it is today. The light turns green and we're off to join the U.S. 101 north. You have to pick your spot. This car doesn't have any instant acceleration for merging. Sure, at low speeds the tranny will drop a gear when you floor it. The noise level increases much faster than the speed though and it takes good judgement for a smooth merge onto a busy freeway. Today I'm babying the accelerator to maximize economy because the fuel tank is only one quarter full. When it drops below one eighth of a tank it can sometimes die due to, I think, a poorly adusted fuel gauge or a hole in the fuel suction pipe which lets the pump suck air. At any rate, if I conserve fuel, I am pretty certain I can make it to Gilroy and then fuel at a truck plaza before continuing to work. It's where I used to fuel up when I was working steady, and habits die hard. There's nothing to do really but pay attention to how the car is driving. The radio doesn't work, so that removes the only common distraction. I watch the traffic around me and am not at all impatient when I get behind a BFI garbage truck struggling over the pass north of Prunedale. I wouldn't have the power to pass him easily on that grade anyway. The road has recently been resurfaced and is about a smooth as any California highway in my area. It's just me and this little machine. It's amazingly rattle free. New outside beltline "whiskers" in both doors keep the windows from rattling. After cresting the final grade north of the 156 turnoff I accelerate to 65 on the downhill side and set a new pace for the final six or seven miles into town. The car works through the slight roughness between 55 and 65 mph and takes on a new character above 65 mph. There is more noise but the engine is not straining and exuding a confidence that it could run like this all day. If it weren't for the fuel situation I would take it above 70. Gotta be conservative about that fuel though. Most of the traffic continues to pass us, but slower now. The car holds the road well in the no-wind situation but can be a bit of a handfull in a crosswind. The new KYB front shocks have reduced the body roll and turns and have also stiffened the ride somewhat. Finally we make Gilroy and pull in to the plaza for fuel. I don't fill it, just add 10 gallons. I'm in a hurry to get to work. The restart is smooth as are all warm starts. The new battery cables and starter have really improved that. The starter doesn't drag like it used to either. A few minutes later I pull into work and idle a moment before shutting down. It's good, this little Spirit. It's nondescript and I wonder how many people even noticed my 25 year old AMC or knew what it was during the drive. I proud of what I learned in putting this car together. I'm thankful for those folks in Kenosha long ago with bratwurst on the breath. I have seen many cars in as good or better shape in the junkyards. All they needed was for someone to care enough to give them a few more years on the road. Joe Fulton Salinas, CA