Unable to do the fine work on and under the dash because of the wiring nightmare, the group, lead by the Burkster had only one alternative: start drinking beer and find someone to do it while we watched.
This is where Thomas, elder son of neighbor Dennis, came into the picture.
The 15 year-old has a Chevelle of his own that he needs money for until he is old enough to drive it. I have a little extra money and a car that needs to be primered before the Midwest winter arrives.
We spend the waning days of summer and fall at Dennis's garage watching young Thomas prepare and prime the El Camino's body. The leftover primer went on the front half of Thomas' Chevelle.
The El Camino was now suede and safely in the garage along with "Henrietta," the '68 Buick.
In the meantime, I spent the winter working on the wiring under the dash and looking for a center heater console. When the weather was nice enough, I drove the Camino around the neighborhood, then 
pulled into the driveway, turn on the nitrous bottle, and "boomed" the nitrous system. I'm afraid it looked a little like a scene out of "King of the Hill," but we're having fun and the drag strip will be open in a couple of months.
Next time we’ll get into installing a couple of items, such as the heater control, a new exhaust system and telling the further adventures of El Camino Nitrouso.
