4/30/08

I've got about thirty minutes before the sales dude comes to take me to lunch. He’s cancelled and rescheduled several times already so I'm not holding my breath. Let’s see, what’s new? Oh, John posted the mustang up on e-Bay for me the other day. He quoted Gregg’s “fact sheet” almost verbatim. Of course now I'm getting e-mails saying, “According to the VIN, that car was built January 22, 1965 so it can’t be a 1964 ½.” I haven’t replied to them yet because I'm not sure how to word my reply. I'm thinking something along the lines of, “I'm listing it for a friend and that was the information he gave me.” I'd like to say, “Tough titties, go get a life you geeks!” but it might hurt the sales potential. [ I vote for "Go grease wheezer!" - SM ] Well, we’ll see how it goes. I seem to remember having something to say about Monday yesterday but now I don’t remember what it was. Must not have been very important. Ok, so I can’t seem to sell Mr. Wiggly. I think he’s going to become a camping van. I think if I swap carburetors like I mentioned yesterday and put carpeting in the back, walls and all, it won’t be such an ass whip to drive. I really should swap wheels and tires to decrease the scrub radius on the steering to make it even easier but I probably won’t. Oh, I think I'm also going to install a floor shifter. I need to look into making the fuel gauge work better. Right now it reads about ¾ when full and ¼ when empty. A speedometer with a trip odometer might be easier to install though. I just wish I could find one to match the Summit quad gauge tachometer I have in there. Then again, the stock speedometer doesn’t match the tachometer. What am I worrying about? Oh yeah, and it is Mr. Wiggly. Ok, so I guess I need to buy a speedometer with a trip odometer. I probably ought to replace the speedometer cable at the same time as it is beginning to flip out a bit. Not to mention Dodge uses a clip-on speedometer cable at the gauge, I'd need a screw-on end for an aftermarket speedometer. I think I need to do a little more research on this. Well, sales dude ought to be here any moment. I think closing my eyes for a quick siesta will get him to show up. I may be back later to chat some more. Just as I suspected, as soon as my eyes closed the phone rang. Well, we’ve eaten and now I'm back. We went to Genghis Grille. For once I didn’t over do it. Oh sure, I had a massive bowl of shrimp, scallops, calamari, and veggies, but I stopped at one bowl. I also didn’t overdo the garlic this time. At least I think I didn’t overdo it. I can only tell later when it begins to ooze out of my pores. Ok, that was even too gross for me. I just gave myself the heebiest of jeebies with that sentence. Perhaps I could erase it. No, I think I'll leave it for y'all to enjoy. I just got a call from mom. She's going to stay another night at my sister’s in Granbury. That’s cool. I can spend another night there with just me and the cat. I ain’t skeert! Just because the place is haunted, and there is that ghostly image of a skeleton in the paneling, and the outline of a goblin in the grain of one of the kitchen cabinet doors, and my room is the one where that dude was cut in half in that dream I had as a kid, and there’s all those flies in the “Red Room,” and all those coffins washed up to the surface in the backyard that time. Nope, it doesn’t bother me one bit. Not at all. At least there aren’t any clowns. Seriously, does anyone like clowns? Everyone I've ever met thinks they are creepy. What the hell is up with friggin’ clowns? [ There is but one cool clown... - SM ] Clowns and “daylight savings time” are two things that I have yet to find any supporters and/or fans of. When I'm the Exalted High Holy Grand Poobah Emperor of the Universe, they will both be abolished. And on that note, I think I'll call this month’s ranting complete. Have a day.