2/24/10

Damn this week is taking forever. It is only Wednesday. Well, I was talking to another “car guy” just a little while ago about Nadine. It got me fired up a little. I need to get The Seven back up and running so I can get to work on Nadine. Hopefully there won't be any distractions this Saturday to keep me from getting some work done. I think if I can light a fire under John and get him “excited” about working on his 1200, I'll be able to keep myself motivated on The Seven. Yeah, unlikely, I know. But it is the only plan I have. Though I hate to admit it, I think guns have supplanted cars as my main hobby. I just don't seem to be making the time to play with the cars like I used to. What was really scary was when the latest “Grassroots Motorsport” magazine arrived and I almost had to force myself to read it. I found myself in the middle of an article saying, “I just don't care.” Granted, I say that about halfway through many of the articles in the NRA magazine as well, but it came as a shock to not care about something in GRM. What doesn't surprise me is how little I care about wanting to help crew a car at a race anymore. Gregg keeps saying “we’re going to do this,” and “we’re going to do that,” about his 1200. Who is this “we” about whom you keep talking? You got a mouse in your pocket? He also keeps saying he’s going to get me to drive the thing. I don't want to drive it. I don't care about driving a race car anymore. I'm happy enough with a fun street car. Tony is just almost as bad. He keeps gassing on about the track day at Birkinstock. Yeah, I plan to attend, but I might not even go out for a session. I just don't care. I used to have an ally in Phil Anderson but he went and did the track day at last years Birkinstock. Dang him, dang him to heck! You can't see it but I'm shaking my fist in the air as I say that. Anyhoo, so I read a really funny thing yesterday. This lady wrote in to some “Ask the Internot” sort of website where anyone can reply and then the “best” answer is voted upon. Her question was something to the effect of, “When my sexist boyfriend says, ‘Go make me a sandwich,’ what would be a good comeback?” The answer: “You’d better comeback with a damn sandwich.” I just about peed myself when I read that. Hell, I've been laughing about it all day. I keep hoping that somehow, someone will feed me a straight line like that on Face Buick. Oh well, we’ll see. And on that note, I think I'm done for the day.