DeTomaso Mailing List: October 99, Message #97

Finally, after two weeks of steady rain, we have a sunny but cool day. Perfect. I can reinstall my window motor, swap out the new. improved rear deck lid shocks. Wash and wax the Pantera, its been way too long... OK, let me get my keys and we'll roll it out and get cracking. My keys. My keys. Where are my keys??? 

After having spent probably six hours looking for them, I am beginning to lose hope. Yes, of course I have a spare. It is wrapped in a box along with all my other personal possessions somewhere in a warehouse in the US. All my goodies were wrapped, put in a cardboard box, then crated in a huge wooden crate. And of course it won't be labelled "Pantera key", it will be labelled "sock drawer junque" or something equally mystical. Calling the storage place and having them dig through my stuff, at $50 an hour, looking for a single set of keys is almost literally searching for a needle in a haystack, with the clock running.

This is not good. Of course, it is my fault for not having a second copy made when I brought my car over. Yes, I know it is my fault. That doesn't bring my stupid key back. And I've already blown a decent part of the weekend accomplishing nothing other than tearing the apartment apart :-(

Looks as though I may be looking at rekeying my car? Of course, my car is in a basement garage that may not be tall enough to allow a towtruck to begin with. This is sounding not good....

Charlie McCall 
1972 DeTomaso Pantera Pre-L #3847
"Raising Pantera Awareness in France"