And I'm a Studeaholic.
After burning myself out week before last working on the '62 and company car in the blazing heat, I decided not to have anything to do with working on anything at all last week (other than the job, weed eating, mowing, and brush hogging.)
JP had a bout with winter depression that I can now relate to, because the summer heat wears me down, and pisses me off to the point that I just don't want to deal with it. I can't seem to do anything right the first time, I sweat all over everything I just cleaned up, and everything just seems to fight any effort I expend. I drop things, and just generally hate every minute of trying to do anything.
Anyhoo, today I cleaned and polished WHF's ride, and the company car. (The high today was only 84 degrees.) Felt like doing something else, so hopped in the GT to take it for a 4th of July ride. Had the same feeling as last time I drove it... I like it... A LOT! Since I have driven it long (and hard,) the "stutter" is gone... you can run it up to top RPM in all gears, and it no longer falls on it's face. The exhaust has a nice, mellow tone, and it's fun running it through the gears manually, up and down. I had to turn the AC off, I was getting goose bumps. The car started talking to me..., "Hey, Dave, how 'bout you keep me, eh? I love you, Dave, and you know you love me!" "CRAP, STOP THAT," I mumbled. She didn't stop, she just kept whispering in my ear. It got so bad, I brought her home, and jumped into 'Sheba, just to decide which car I really liked best.
'Sheba was up to the challenge. Her tone is deeper, somewhat more mellow, maybe. And, her four barrel plays a tune that accompanies the exhaust so well... kind of a treble scream, coupled with the deep, throaty rumble. <G> 'Sheba did what she does best, she gave me wood.
However, Buttercup, the GT, caught my eye (and ear) when I pulled back into the driveway. "OK," she whispered, "I'm no slut, like 'Sheba. I'm a lady, pathetically slow by comparison, but slow can be good, eh, Dave? You know Jeff Rice, don't you, Dave? He makes those four barrel manifolds, you know, Dave. I, too, can scream from one end, and bellow from the other, Dave. Just give me a chance, and I can please you in ways 'Sheba can't. I can melt that wood away, Dave." Ya know, I think she could.
I've played with numbers, the pros and cons, and I know what I must do... when I'm ready. <G>
Damn, WHY can't a guy own 'em all?!
Goliath? He sat and watched, seeming to say, "I don't care which one uses me, I just like to be used... can ya get me a two car hauler? I'd love to pull that train!"
Dave's Place
Studebaker Emporium
After burning myself out week before last working on the '62 and company car in the blazing heat, I decided not to have anything to do with working on anything at all last week (other than the job, weed eating, mowing, and brush hogging.)
JP had a bout with winter depression that I can now relate to, because the summer heat wears me down, and pisses me off to the point that I just don't want to deal with it. I can't seem to do anything right the first time, I sweat all over everything I just cleaned up, and everything just seems to fight any effort I expend. I drop things, and just generally hate every minute of trying to do anything.
Anyhoo, today I cleaned and polished WHF's ride, and the company car. (The high today was only 84 degrees.) Felt like doing something else, so hopped in the GT to take it for a 4th of July ride. Had the same feeling as last time I drove it... I like it... A LOT! Since I have driven it long (and hard,) the "stutter" is gone... you can run it up to top RPM in all gears, and it no longer falls on it's face. The exhaust has a nice, mellow tone, and it's fun running it through the gears manually, up and down. I had to turn the AC off, I was getting goose bumps. The car started talking to me..., "Hey, Dave, how 'bout you keep me, eh? I love you, Dave, and you know you love me!" "CRAP, STOP THAT," I mumbled. She didn't stop, she just kept whispering in my ear. It got so bad, I brought her home, and jumped into 'Sheba, just to decide which car I really liked best.
'Sheba was up to the challenge. Her tone is deeper, somewhat more mellow, maybe. And, her four barrel plays a tune that accompanies the exhaust so well... kind of a treble scream, coupled with the deep, throaty rumble. <G> 'Sheba did what she does best, she gave me wood.
However, Buttercup, the GT, caught my eye (and ear) when I pulled back into the driveway. "OK," she whispered, "I'm no slut, like 'Sheba. I'm a lady, pathetically slow by comparison, but slow can be good, eh, Dave? You know Jeff Rice, don't you, Dave? He makes those four barrel manifolds, you know, Dave. I, too, can scream from one end, and bellow from the other, Dave. Just give me a chance, and I can please you in ways 'Sheba can't. I can melt that wood away, Dave." Ya know, I think she could.
I've played with numbers, the pros and cons, and I know what I must do... when I'm ready. <G>
Damn, WHY can't a guy own 'em all?!
Goliath? He sat and watched, seeming to say, "I don't care which one uses me, I just like to be used... can ya get me a two car hauler? I'd love to pull that train!"
Dave's Place
Studebaker Emporium
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