5/15/07

I was going to tell y'all about my foot hurting all weekend but decided it was too boring even for me to have to sit through. Short version: my foot hurt like it had a cramp all weekend. Walking was uncomfortable. It’s fine now. I almost used it as an excuse to get out of helping John Ullom on Sunday. Had he not mentioned they were Model T parts, I would have. I was going to tell the story of taking John Roper to the shop to get the four-door 510 but realized I'd have to tell the story of the douche bag in a little foreign car making the Banzai pass on Old Granbury Road. That story might have pissed me off again and I don’t need that. Short version: I picked up John at his house and took him to the shop. He pulled the 510 out and I followed him back to his exit off of I-35. I then grabbed a McDonald’s Chik-Fil-A style sammich, ok two, and went back to the supermodel. My replacement air card arrived yesterday. I used it with the remote antenna to do my morning internot stuff today. I'm really beginning to think the slowness of the internot might be my laptop. I asked a couple computer geeks how hard it would be to add more memory to the thing and they said it is just a matter of opening up the little access panels on the bottom of the laptop and sticking in different chip thingies, or something. Oh, it was John who suggested more memory to speed things up by the way. I'm not sure how that works but I'll trust him, especially since the geeks didn’t make an alternate suggestion. Well, Ryan suggested saving my important stuff, pictures and files and such, then wiping the whole thing clean and reloading the operating system, or something like that. He made it sound like a good flush is needed on a somewhat regular basis. Sounds good to me but then I'm just barely computer literate. Well, this is not entertaining me the way it should. I think I'll go do something else for a bit. Ok, I've had lunch and taken care of the supermodel’s immediate needs. Now I'm back to talk to y'all. Too bad I don’t have anything to say. I made a list of things I want/need to buy for George. Oh, while I was under there this weekend I noticed that the brake lines were, for lack of a better word, broke. I mean they were scary! One of the things on the list was a set of ends for the steel braided Teflon hose I think I have somewhere. Of course once I hit e-Bay I found a set of pre-made braided steel lines for a Z-car and bought them. I can make them work, I'm pretty sure. It was a set for the whole car so I should have enough to do both front brake lines, the clutch slave line, and the line from the body to the axle in the rear. I looked at a set for a 510 but it was $30.00 more than the ones for the Z-car. I stand by my decision. I also bid on a 32/36 DGV for Barbara. I know, we have a couple sitting on the table at the shop, but it was only $25.00 for that one. I stopped myself from looking at small block Chevy parts because I really am not ready to dive into that project again. Well, I am; but not until George is done. I probably should sell Barbecue Bob and just get it the hell off my plate. We’ll see. I think Momo, the shop cat at AUTOCOMP, might have gotten into George at one time and sprayed. The car’s interior has always had a distinct urinary odor to it. I notice it when I get in the driver’s seat but the passenger side seems worse. I suppose it could have been a cat at this shop that got in when the car was parked outside with nothing covering the shifter hole, but I think I remember it smelling that way even before it was parked back in 2001. I don’t know, I guess it really doesn’t matter. Whoever it was is probably long since dead and gone. I know Momo is, and strays at Beenbroke tend to get eaten by coyotes. Of course I'm also not one of those who gets all hung up on cats being cats. Oh, I'll try and stop them spraying if I catch them but once it’s done there’s not a whole lot of point getting bent out of shape about it. I'll give the seats a good shampooing once the car is back on the road and all will be well. Come to think of it, those seats might have had a funk to them when I bought them. That car HAS always had a bit of a whiff to the interior. Yeah, I'm going to go with, “it was a critter from the junkyard where we got those seats” as to the source of the smell. For that matter, the passenger in the Eclipse might have pissed on them when it was in the wreck that sent it to the yard in the first place. Ok, I really need to shampoo those seats! John, make sure I do that will ya? And on that note, I think I'm through for the day.