2/23/07

I was almost done with this rant forever. Somehow Bill “Tiny and Flaccid” Gates’ fucked-up programming had decided to change versions of Word on my computer. I don’t know if it was an earlier or later version but it wouldn’t open for me. I stumbled upon this, the version I had been using, and got it to open finally. It reconfigured all of the saved files back to this version and now it works again. I’m glad, because I really didn’t want to have to buy another computer just yet. Ok, I'm moving on before I go off on computers and get all pissed off. My four-barrel manifold for Mr. Wiggly arrived yesterday. I only gave it a cursory glace however. I'm not even sure if I'm going to use it. I don’t really want to change intakes again, the Albatross on top of the DGV under the two pieces of Plexiglas looks really cool, I don’t have a four-barrel carburetor for it, I'm not sure it will actually improve the mileage, and I'm already making enough torque to roast the clutch. Perhaps I'll set it aside with the spare head, oversize valves, new valve springs, and whatever else I have bought for that engine. John thinks I should start looking for a Slant Six Valiant, Duster, or Dart to hot-rod with all of this stuff. I'm thinking a Slant Six Barracuda would be cool. Just like Mr. Wiggly has “Slow Ride” by Foghat as his theme song, any ‘Cuda I own would have Heart’s “Barracuda” playing constantly on its CD player. Ok, I'm not going to look for one, until Barbecue Bob and the Chickenhawk are both on the road, but if a ‘Cuda falls in my lap…well, I'd probably never walk again now that I think about it. No, wait. If one comes my way on the cheap, and I do mean really cheap, I'll go ahead and buy it. Preferably it would be a stripper with a Slant Six and Manuel transmission of course. Hang on a moment, I need to go look at something and see how far I got into the tales of woe that is the soap opera at Dimlight Racing. Ok, so Wednesday evening I get a call from the dude who is buying Gigi. He has his trailer and wants to come pick the car up. I agree but warn him it is about to be dark. He wants to press on regardless. I get dressed again and head for the shop. He shows up about half an hour before I actually expect him to and we get started. There is just enough sun left to get the tires aired up and the car into position. I was really surprised to find that the front tires were still full of air, by the way. The rears were flat of course, but the fronts held. Go figure. So we line the car up and hook up the winch. Oh, did I mention that his trailer has a winch? Well, it does. I really need a winch on mine. Anyhoo, we winch the car on and tie it down. By now it is totally dark and he has no lights. Since it has been two days since this trip I don’t feel too bad ratting him out for not having lights. It’s not like The Man is going to set his “Way Back” machine 48 hours in the past just to catch one dude hauling a $200.00 car across the Metroplex in the dark, um, dark as it were. I promise that we’ll drag Herman to the same spot in the next few weeks and he can come get it. He leaves and I head home. Yesterday I call John to see when we are going to meet at the shop. He is in a “car funk” and doesn’t really feel like going to the shop. I had hoped to be able to at least have a look at what it was going to take to get Herman to the front but agree to forego the shop and meet him downtown. We have dinner at Chili’s and head back to the movie theater. He gets a call from High Command and we cut the evening short. I head home and goof off the rest of the evening. Today I had a real bad case of the “Don’t Give A Damns” mostly because of the Word thing I mentioned at the beginning. Actually, I've had the DGAD all week, come to think about it. Why is it that short weeks always seem to go by the slowest and take the longest? Last week and the week before went by like that, well you couldn’t see me snapping my fingers but I did, but this week drug on forever. I swear, at 1000 h on Tuesday, two hours into the week, I was already ready for the week to be over. Two friggin’ hours! Well, perhaps things will get better. Yeah, like that’s going to happen. Well, I'm just about done with this place for the week. Y'all take it easy and I'll talk to you again Monday. Probably.