Topic: I'm sick. It hurts. Make it go away.
I want to build it. I don't know why. I feel I need to do these types of things to keep the demons away. Maybe a bug crawled into my brain, or one of these sneaker viruses you can get from cat bites has finally taken hold. The 10 Tinyvettes illness still afflicts me and on occasion gets me to do unwise things, and now this...
The other end is worse.
But then is does have a Capri/small truck/Granada motor in it. (Is that a good thing?)
It's worthless, almost, and it's trash, almost, but I feel compelled. I'm sick. I used to be OK. Slept OK, has some extra money, the house was mostly clean, and I had room on the couch to sit and do whatever. Now I practically have to put down yellow tape to mark the safe path through the house.
I've been promised this along with two doors if I take away the monstrosity. Evil enabler! Alan told me not to do it, then offered my a fiberglass hood for it. Sick enabler!!
On the up side, access to essential engine components has been made easy and convenient.
The plan (Oh, crap, I even have a plan!) is to get it safe and running bring it "as-is". Then, if we don't ball it up, re-theme to:
Used to be when I saw an Opel GT it made me giggle a little, like when seeing the little cars in a Shriner's parade. Now it makes me giggle in another way, and go faster way. WTF happened?
Mike
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