11/28/07

I'm not really sure what I have to talk about today. Well, other than to say that Ashley Furniture can still eat a bag of dicks. Let’s see, what did I do after dropping off the furniture on Saturday? John and I ate at Joe’s Pizza, Pasta, and Subs then went to the shop to meet some dude who needed help with a 510 he had bought. John told me the story and it is rather convoluted. Suffices to say, the dude bought an “almost running” 510 and now can’t seem to finger it out. They showed up with the car on a trailer and John proceeded to check it out. The throttle linkage was, well not quite a nightmare, but it needed help. We put our heads together and came up with a plan. I'd weld a 510 throttle yoke to the rod that came with the carburetors so that the stock linkage could be hooked up. We found a yoke and cleaned it up then I zooked it to the rod. John “installed” the rod and had a look at the linkage. It was a tad too long so we cut it in half, ground flats on the ends, and refitted them so they’d be shorter. We tapped a nut onto the joint to hold it together and provide some extra welding surface and I zooked that part up. Of course when I say “tapped” I didn’t mean we actually cut threads. No, we hit the nut with a hammer until it was wedged onto the part. Hey, it worked. So, with the newly shortened linkage in place, John told the dude what else he needed to do before attempting to fire the car up and sent him on his way. As they were leaving, John said to me, “His friend is sitting there saying, ‘We drove all the way out here for that?’” I laughed and said I was thinking the same thing. Oh well, he should have come earlier like John suggested. We closed up the shop and headed our separate ways. Oh, John took some pictures of the wheels on Marty and the Hello Kitty horn button on George. I'm not sure if he’s posted them anywhere or not. He’ll let us know if he has I'm sure. Speaking of posts, I think my “2000GT” badges from Kuwait are here. Mom was not home to sign for two packages over the last few days. She’s going to the post office to pick them up today. Of course it would probably serve me right if she didn’t because of the sofa fiasco Friday and Saturday. Ashley furniture can eat a bag of dicks by the way. Good thing she’s not as spiteful as I am. Changing the subject radically once again, every time I think about the Hello Kitty stuff and painting George pink and things like that, I want to change the name of that car to “HKS” for Hello Kitty Special. Of course as soon as I do I remember how pissed off George will be when a pink car is named after him! He’ll go ballistic! Tee hee. John sent a flyer out to the folks in our Datsun club about a Japanese car show in Houston in January. I'd really like to have George running for that. Barring any real setbacks in the making it run department, it should be doable. I might have to temporarily forego paint and some other cosmetic stuff, but theoretically it could happen. I'd need help and support from John at the very least and perhaps Pat, Ray, Gregg, and others at worst. A deadline might be just the thing I need. John, thoughts? A blast to Houston and back would be a pretty good break-in for that new engine. Then again, perhaps the trailer would be a better idea. I don’t know, we'll see. I need to replace the battery and coil in the Seven and see if that cures the issues I'm having with that car. I suppose I could trailer it to Houston. I'll see what John has in mind for the trip and plan from there. Did I ever tell y'all that I tried the Birkini top again and found that I can actually get in the car with it on? I didn’t attempt to get back out with it in place but it was no big deal to unsnap it from the windshield to get out. I don’t really see taking a passenger with the thing on there but it’s more to protect my melon from the sun while driving alone. I mostly drive by myself anyway. Damn, this day is going by slowly. I've been here since 0700 h so it feels like it should be noon already. Of course it is only 1000 h so it really should feel like 1100 h but it doesn’t. I'm not sure if that makes any sense but then again, Ashley Furniture can eat a bag of dicks. Surprised you with that, didn’t I? I wasn’t sure where I was going with the sentence when I started it and thought reaffirming the Ashley Furniture dick eating need would be a good non sequitur. Well, since it has come down to that, I think I'm going to call it a rant and go take a nap or something. Y'all have a day.