4/5/06

I drove the Seven to work today. I was thinking, while buzzing along at 80 miles per hour in traffic in a car I built practically from the ground up, that I am buzzing along at 80 miles per hour in traffic in a car I built practically from the ground up! I try to keep a level head when driving it, watch what the other cars are doing and drive their race as well as my own, but at one point I just had to gopher it. There was a car blocking the left lane as we approached the “left lane must exit” exit for I-35. I was in the center lane watching the other cars around me and when I got a gap I rolled into the gas and shot in front of the guy. I took off up to about 90 and got all the way to the middle of the exit before catching up to the rest of the exiting traffic. We all slowed down to merge in to I-35, which was unnecessary because there is a lane there now, and when the cars in front of me did merge I took off in the new left lane. I shot a couple gaps to get over to the far right lane, which is the exit only lane for Western Center Boulevard, and took the exit. Those SU carburetors have totally changed the personality of that car! It is even more of a total hoot to drive now! I may have to reconsider my reconsideration on the heat shield over the pedal box. With the huge hole in the hood around the carburetors, there is a lot more air being forced into that area. I don’t know, we’ll see how it is on the way to the shop this afternoon in the eighty-degree sauna they are predicting. Well, I had to go across the street for a bit just now. While there, a lady who knew about the Seven came up to ma and said I passed her on Loop 820 this morning. I was hoping it wasn’t the car I shot past to take the I-35 exit. It wasn’t. Whew! I'm now sitting at my desk, well duh, waiting for noon so I can go to lunch. Dennis, the second level support computer guy I usually eat with, won’t go before noon. I am avoiding e-Bay today. John, while pointing out that he isn’t my mother, got on me for buying a bunch of stuff there recently. I admit that most, ok all, of the stuff I bought was almost, ok totally, unnecessary. I really did want headers and dual exhaust on Mr. Wiggly, especially after the way John, and Robert, talked up the Chevy van their father had at one time. The rest, yeah that was kind of dumb. Well, the DGV adapter for the stock manifold might not be so dumb, but another 38 DGAS when we have all of those DGV carburetors lying around, that’ll be dumb. The bid is still under my max, and a price I can justify, but it still has five days to go. We’ll see. There are ten more minutes until lunch. I think they are serving taco salad. I could do a salad despite Homer’s admonition that, “You don’t win friends with salad!” I've got friends. Speaking of a Simpson, while looking for a parking spot this morning I saw Cheryl Simpson. Don’t worry that you don’t know her, its not that important. I thought the contraction of “it is” is “it’s” not “its” but Tiny and Flaccid says differently. But I digress. I saw and stopped to talk to Mrs. Simpson and she admired the Seven. Later, I saw her talking to a really cute girl in the marketing building so I swung by to tell her to get back to work. She saw through my charade and asked the cutie if she’d seen my car. We talked about it for a bit and then I took my leave. I'm now waiting for the cutie to call me and ask me out because I'm so cool. Doesn’t look like it is going to happen. Oh well. Hey! It’s lunchtime! I'm off to the employee center. I may be back later. And I'm back. Well, Homer need not worry about my friendship situation since they did not have taco salad after all. I had chicken fried chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy. I'm stuffed. No, I'm not going to go into the redundancy of chicken fried chicken. The concept doesn’t bother me one bit so I do not feel the need to impugn it or defend it. Yeah ok, I just wanted to use the word “impugn” in a sentence. Well, I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open. I think I'll call it a day in here and talk to y’all tomorrow.