5/2/08

I think I might have a Wiggly Weekend. I'm thinking about taking Mr. Wiggly to the shop in the morning and… wait, no. I just remembered the Lamin-X yellow headlight film arrived for Darth Versa the other day. I need to check with John and see if we want to try and install that Saturday or if I should take it to a professional tinting place. Either way, I think I'll be driving Darth Versa tomorrow. Perhaps on Sunday I can do some Wiggling. Were I to do any work on Mr. Wiggly, I think I would consider swapping 32/36 carburetors and perhaps installing a floor shifter. John warns that I will need to get used to popping the thing out of gear from underneath because those things hang up often. I can’t imagine it hanging up more often than the column shifter. Have I mentioned Mr. Wiggly is a three-on-the-tree? Oh yeah, he is. I suppose an adjustment of the mechanism would make the stock system work just fine. And there is the fact that having to take my time between shifts does tend to make me drive more conservatively. I don’t know what to say. I guess I'll price floor shifters and see what’s available. Yeah, I'm dumb. I need to finish George before jumping into any other projects. Thing is, and I know I've said this before, George is in the tedious, un-fun portion of the build. I just don’t have anything to say about it. Oh, I didn’t get an e-mail from Mr. Florida last night so I haven’t had a chance to tell him the “bad news” about the Louisiana Purchase. I really hope the pictures of Herman and Johnny scare him off. I don’t think I really want to sell them now. A faux rally 1200 and a shop whore do sound more fun than the couple hundred dollars I'd have gotten for them. Ok, several hundred dollars. They would have made me into a hundred-aire! Of course they would also be off my plate. I don’t know what I want. I do think I don’t want to be here right now. I think I might just thumb my nose at all of y'all and call it a week, rant wise. Yes, I think I will do that. So piss off you silly persons. I wave my private parts at your aunties. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries! Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time.