11/28/06

I've got a headache. It isn’t good when you go to bed with a headache and it is still there in the morning, is it? It’s probably a tumor or a stroke or something. Oh well, something’s going to kill me someday. So, where was I? Right, I did some work on the Seven while John Ullom was working on the 510. I noticed that the turn signals had stopped working again and decided to swap the functions of some of the lights in the headlight bucket assemblies. I took them off and swapped the wires for the park lights and turn signals. My thinking was the “beehives” would work as the park lights and the incandescent lamps in the “city lights” would provide the load necessary to make the turn signals flash. Well, the “beehives” worked and looked good but the “city lights” made everything just barely glow. I'm stumped. In fact, just thinking about it is pissing me off. I'm moving on. John got his seat installed finally and we headed out to get it inspected and grab some Meskin food at Pancho’s. He followed me to the Kreblechistani tire store and we got in line for an inspection. The dude asked for his insurance and stuff and we waited. Finally he pulled it in and asked John to work the lights and horn and stuff. He had to reconnect the horns under the hood for some reason but they finally worked. With the new stickers installed, we paid up and left. His wife called while we were waiting so he blew off dinner with me. It was cool. I took Mr. Wiggly home and wasted the rest of the evening. Sunday morning I rounded up a bunch of CDs to carry in Mr. Wiggly and headed back out. I drove to the Motorsport Ranch and visited Ray for a few minutes. He was working on a Van Diemen Formula Continental and asked if it brought back any memories. “Nightmares, more like,” I said. We had a laugh and he got it buttoned up for the driver to take out on the track. I took my leave of them as they headed for the pit wall. I went to the shop. I stopped off at Vato-Zone and bought some silicone to try and seal up the rust holes in the drip rails of Mr. Wiggly. At the shop I got the ladder and started smearing silicone into the effected area. There was one big hole that I wound up putting a patch over and gluing down with more silicone. I think I might have the passenger side sealed good enough so I move on. Unfortunately, the driver’s side is much worse. There are way too many rust holes for just silicone. I cut a piece of fiberglass cloth and mix up some resin. Now here’s where Pat is going to roll his eyes and call me a dumbass, I soaked the cloth and laid it out on the roof with my bare hands and worked out most of the air. When I had it soaked and smoothed to my satisfaction, I climbed down the ladder and made an attempt to wash up. I made a second attempt to wash up. The third attempt to wash up was finally slightly successful. Once I removed and/or neutralized enough resin from my hands so that I could work, I put away the ladder and parked Mr. Wiggly. I had another look at the Seven’s turn signal situation and finally gave up for the time being. I don’t remember working on anything else and I think I called it an early day at the shop. Oh wait! I just remembered another thing that happened. After I left the Ranch and got the silicone, I stopped in at Jack In The Box for some lunch. As I, the only customer in that section of the restaurant, was sitting in the corner booth eating my eight tacos, a really nice looking lady, about my age or so, came in with her two teenage daughters. Now, when I say, “really nice looking,” I mean she was hot! They ordered and mom got her food right away while the girls had to wait a bit. Mom took her tray and set it down in the booth RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME! Not my table of course, but the very next booth. What was I to make of that, I ask you? But wait, it gets better. The girls were filling their drinks while mom did that and then she went to get her own drink. The girls started looking for a table. Mom said, “My tray is right there,” and pointed at the table by me. Girl one grabbed the tray and started to move it but mom said, “No, we’ll sit there.” “Do wha…!” I thought. Well, girl one sat with her back to me while girl two sat across. “Where is mom going to sit?” I thought. Yep, she sat across as well. We made eye contact and smiled as she sat down. Unfortunately, girl one was between me and mom, blocking our view of each other. I did notice a big assed gaudy ring of some sort on her left hand, but it might have been anything. It didn’t look quite right somehow. I'm thinking it was some sort of dude repellant that wasn’t meant to pass close scrutiny. When the girls’ food was ready, mom suggested that she and girl two swap places! Now we were right in line of sight with each other! I'm so shocked by this that I almost start laughing. I finish eating, checking mom out from time to time, wondering how I could capitalize on this situation. I come up with no viable plan where an unshaven guy dressed in a ratty old tee-shirt and dusty dirty pants can approach them so I sit and sip my soda for a bit. I resign myself to this being a “missed opportunity,” bus my table and leave. I check the parking lot to see what they drove up in and see it was probably the Lesux or Infinitely SUV thing. I think, “You’re just a naughty little tease, aren’t you?” as I look back in at her again. I kick myself all afternoon Sunday trying to think of ANY way I could have played it but come up empty. I still haven’t gotten a woman’s perspective on it but none of the guys I've talked to about it have suggested a possible approach. Well, Dennis said I should have just walked up and asked, “Is it my imagination or do you want to do me?” I'm afeared my balls just aren’t quite that big, sorry. Well, with that I think I'm going to call this edition of the rant complete. I'll be in touch tomorrow. Damn, she was hot.