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Postcards from the garage
Feb. 8th, 2005 08:59 pmSaturday's session of hotrodding the MINI was an unabashed success. Beautiful weather, an iPod blasting everything Rush has ever done through the stereo, and for a change, no issues with wrong parts save for the wrong belt, which I corrected yesterday. Hadta go and gas up tonight, since it's tough for me to keep my foot out of it now (well, more than usual). I'm far from done, but this will hold me until my next round of mods to that car. A supercharger's siren song is addicting. How I am managing to stay free of speeding tickets (and I mean serious ones, for 100+) is almost beyond me. I gave up using a radar detector about 15 years ago, and I have not slowed down. Quite the contrary. lol
I used to do lots of work on cars, if not part time at the garage in Laurel, then it was basically almost full time in my garage here at the house. I lived in the garage. My free time consisted of working in the garage. My hands were perpetually dirty, and I smelled like parts washer solvent. That was until I got busted up in the car accident and was unable to do any serious work on cars (or much else for that matter). Time passed, and in the couple years it took for me to recover to a decent level I let my garage here turn into a storage barn, and my 'clients' had to find other shops much to my (and their) chagrin. I extended my hiatus from the garage to catch up on other projects that I had neglected. Now that I am slowly catching up, I'm beginning to feel the 'pull' again. With luck, and maybe with some help, I can get to a point where I can reclaim my garage from the tractors and tillers and such and get back to the hobby I really love. I miss it a lot these days. Gasoline is in my blood I guess.
I used to do lots of work on cars, if not part time at the garage in Laurel, then it was basically almost full time in my garage here at the house. I lived in the garage. My free time consisted of working in the garage. My hands were perpetually dirty, and I smelled like parts washer solvent. That was until I got busted up in the car accident and was unable to do any serious work on cars (or much else for that matter). Time passed, and in the couple years it took for me to recover to a decent level I let my garage here turn into a storage barn, and my 'clients' had to find other shops much to my (and their) chagrin. I extended my hiatus from the garage to catch up on other projects that I had neglected. Now that I am slowly catching up, I'm beginning to feel the 'pull' again. With luck, and maybe with some help, I can get to a point where I can reclaim my garage from the tractors and tillers and such and get back to the hobby I really love. I miss it a lot these days. Gasoline is in my blood I guess.
