6/28/10

Yeah, sorry about that. Boner boner boner... just kidding. So, I get a text from a guy wanting to borrow my trailer on Saturday. I agree to let him and we set 0700 h to meet. The car he’s picking up is in Hico whereas his shop is in Sanger. That, in and of itself, was going to be a two hour trek. Add in an hour and a half to get from my shop to Hico, and a little over an hour back to the shop from Sanger and he’s already looking at half a day just in drive time. The car he’s getting is in a field, figure two hours to drag that out and at least another to get it on the trailer and secured and we’re looking at seven and a half hours. Dropping the car off will probably eat another hour or two, what with all the standing around looking at shit one does when one drops off a “new” acquisition, let’s say an hour and a half. Now we’re at nine hours. That puts them back at my shop to return the trailer at 1600 h if they get cracking at 0700 h. That is a doable day. I get an updated text Friday evening that the friend with a truck can’t make 0700 h. I told Jeff I'd be at the shop at 0800 h and would see them when they got there. OK, so now we’re looking at an earliest expected return time of 1700 h, still doable. I get to the shop and have a look at Nadine. Ooh, Lucas wiring makes my blood boil. John arrives with McDonald’s breakfast burritos. I say this every time and will probably continue to do so but, “McDonald’s Breakfast Burrito” are three words which should NEVER have been combined yet are some of the most delicious things ever! We ate and then went to work. We turned his 1200 around and he removed the rear axle and leaf-springs. I removed more of the wiring harness from Nadine. Oh, I forgot to mention that I stopped by Lexutech where Kevin and I changed the oil in Ms. Clio after work on Friday. I only mention it because... um, I'm anal retentive and want y'all to know every last detail about my life? No, I'm not sure why I felt the need to tall y'all about the oil change. Anyhoo, while fighting with The Prince of Darkness, Lucas Electrics, I came to a decision: “Fuck this!” I had convinced myself that the problem was with the age and quality control of the Lucas harness, not the design and that a new, stock replacement harness would be fine. I chose to ignore my basic instincts while disassembling the harness to keep the delusion alive. When I discovered that there were SIX wires going to the fucking dimmer switch, all screw-terminated, I had enough. The decision was made that I was going to rewire the whole car, my way. We also “decided” that we were going to put in a Datsun engine, but I may backpedal on that. OK, while all of this was going on, me stripping Nadine and John un-suspending the rear of his 1200, I notice it is getting warm and we haven’t heard from Jeff. I text him at 0830 h (1730 h return to shop, still doable) and ask his status. He’s still waiting to hear from his friend. I text him again at 1030 h (1930 h return, not looking good) and tell him he’s burning daylight fast. He knows and says he’ll come to the shop and wait for his friend to call. He arrives at 1100 h and hangs out while John and I finish up with our mule skinnin’. Eventually, around 1300 h, we give up on the friend, and any hope of them going after the car that day, and head out for lunch. I stop at the credit onion and get cash for the gun show on Sunday. We eat at Red Hot & Blue then John and I go to the AT&T store so he can get a new holster for his phone. We part ways and I head home. A few hours later, I get e text from Allison saying she’s at Amy’s and that I ought to come over. I go and we all head out to Railhead for barbecue. Amy’s husband, Sam, has a dislocated shoulder and decides to forego the rest of the evening so we drop him off at their house. Amy, Allison, and I then head to Sarah’s Place, a bar we sometimes frequent. Another Amy, upon whom I may have a teeny little bit of a crush, texts the first Amy and asks what’s going on. She’s told to meet us at Sarah’s Place. We arrive and sit with some “children” Amy 1 knows. One douche keeps banging on the table while people “sing” karaoke. He begins to work my last nerve pretty quickly. Amy and Allison notice. Eventually, around midnight, we give up on Amy 2 ever showing up and go to leave. As we walk out, she arrives. Now, I'd consider me and this other Amy “acquaintances” at best, although she wouldn't have to ask me twice to... never mind. Anyhoo, I never expected a “Hi Tim!” and big hug when she walked up. She brought some dude with her so we didn't feel the need to subject ourselves to going back inside. I took Amy 1 and Allison back to Amy’s house and then went home. Sunday was a full day as well so I'll save that for tomorrow. I'll also save the Nadine plans for later in the week to keep from going on too long today.