4/8/10

I don't really have anything to say today but I'll muddle through. Last night I decided to check out the sprinkler system to see if it was up to snuff for the summer. While I was in that side of the garage setting and turning it on, I had a look at the tires on Nadine. The rears appear to be holding air just fine. Huzzah! Oh, the sprinklers checked out OK as well. So, I think what I may do is go to the shop tomorrow evening and get the trailer, the straps, and the come-along. That way we’ll be that much ahead of the game when John arrives Saturday morning. I guess I'll park Lil' Wiggly on the back patio Friday evening as well, now that I think about it. Since we skipped the Japanese Old School car thing at the Purple Cow last Sunday, we’re dong it this Sunday. I wonder if I can coerce a cohort to come to the house and drive either Lil' Wiggly or The Seven to the event. I'm sure it won't take much arm twisting to get a volunteer for The Seven. Then again, Juan never knows. OK, so as we’re walking back from lunch today, we see these two middle-aged dudes looking at a Pontiac Solstice. They begin walking toward the same door we’re headed for so I holler out, “So, which one of you bought the ‘Midlife Crisis’ car?” One dude begins to emphatically point at the other. We all have a bit of a laugh at him and then I say, “I can't really talk, I bought a Lotus when I turned forty.” He laughed and said, “Yeah, I bought a Porsche, got tired of it and bought that.” We all got a laugh at that as well. So, since I built The Seven for my fortieth, and if I get Nadine up and going for my forty-fifth, what should I do for my fiftieth? Someone suggested an airplane. I poo-pooed the idea until I tlaked to my cousin’s husband the other day. He was telling me about some friend of his who built a kit plane and said that it was so well engineered and planned out, that just about any schmuck could do it. I usually use the argument that if a car quits, you roll to the side of the road and call for help; if a plane quits, you fall to earth and die. But as I was typing it, I realized that it probably wouldn't be an engine failure but some silly structural thing I either half-assed or did wrong. In either case, car or plane, that has just as much likelihood of causing a catastrophic failure leading to a fiery crash and my death. So far it hasn’t happened with The Seven. I guess now I will have to fall back on the “I can't afford a friggin’ kit plane!” argument. Not to mention, I don't have a pilot’s license. No, for fifty I think maybe an Esprit, or an Elise, or an Exige, or something of that ilk would be the way to go. An old Esprit would be cool to the max. OK, OK, so I ought to get some of the existing projects up and going for my fiftieth. That would make more sense. Hell, the Chickenhawk will be just past forty years old when I turn fifty. Maybe I ought to concentrate on re-doing that car for fifty. Yes, George will be the same age then too, but I've had the Chickenhawk longer. Ooh, a ‘27 Track T would be... no no, keep it together Timmy. As “Red Leader” said while skimming the trench on the Death Star, “Stay on target!” Yes, I will throw in an occasional Star Wars reference. I'm geek enough to do that from time to time. Oh, speaking of movies, I watched “Robocop” again the other day. “Come quietly or there will be... trouble.” Man, I like that movie. I never noticed that the big assed gun they used in the OCP Board Room scenes was a Dessert Eagle. I didn't know they were that old. I also finally recognized what that giant rifle the bad guys were using at the end was: a Barrett .50 caliber. Again, didn't know those were that old. I think I need to go to Amazon and buy that movie. Meh, maybe later. Well, I guess for someone with nothing to say, I sure did gas on for a while. I think I'll call it a rant at this point.