2/29/08

Happy Leap Year. Well, John sent me a note last night saying, “Selling Marty wouldn’t be the worst idea of all time.” Or something to that effect. I do think I'm going to let Marty become someone else’s project. There are talks afoot but I'm not going to say anything more just yet. My reason for selling is thus: that car, no matter what I do to it, will always be Marty’s car to me because the main things Juan sees, the unibody and paintjob, were done by him. Besides, I have way too many irons in the fire to continue with it. I really don’t need another toy in my fleet. Does it sound like I'm trying to convince myself that this is a good idea? Well, I guess I am. I think the person I'm talking to about it will do it justice so it isn't as though I'm throwing it away. In fact, I think I'm going to make up another name for the buyer of Marty. Until such time as the deal is made public knowledge, or if it falls through for some reason, Marty is being sold to… oh, let’s say, Agamemnon, no Hercules, no Vladimir. Yes, I like that one. Oops, lunchtime! I'll be back in a bit. Ok, so that “bit” turned into three hours. I had a salad with salmon and asparagus because the line was shorter than the fried chicken breast one. I totally forgot about having eaten the asparagus until I peed just a moment ago. Holy Hanna’s Hairy Harpies! That had to be the stinkiest pee I have ever taken. I offended myself. I do not hate asparagus but I don’t like it enough to put up with that when I tap a kidney. I might have to cut that from my diet as well. Phew! Ok, so if I sell Marty to Vladimir, I might acquire another 1200 in the process. It is rough enough, and stripped enough, that I might have to resurrect the Faux Rally Car idea. Of course it is also rough and stripped enough that it can sit in storage while I move on to the Chickenhawk. I think that will be the plan. I'm kicking myself for not buying that Maxima five-speed transaxle that was already out of the car in the junkyard that time. I don’t even remember why I didn’t buy it. I think it had to do with not wanting to haul the thing back to the shop in the trunk of the Scooby-Doo. That, and I didn’t need it at the time. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Oh well, what are you going to do? Actually, there might have been some misguided hope that if I waited, someone would ball up a six-speed Maxima and I could score that transaxle. I'm still holding out for that one. Yeah, that’s it. Well, I'm not having any luck getting excited about this rant today. I think I'll call it a week, finally, and go home. By the way, was this the longest friggin’ week in the history of history? I think it might have been.