3/8/2011

Sunday I put in a lot of miles, but didn't really accomplish anything. First off, Gregg wanted me to come look at that BMW 2002 race car he has and help him decide if it is worth fixing. It is a cool car and all, but in my opinion, no it is not. He’s been wishy washy about it for a few weeks now and I think he’s finally ready to let it go. He has agreed to buy Roger’s BMW 328ix and has a 325 convertible lined up to buy as well. I don't know why, don't ask. His plan, at this point in the narrative, is to convert the ix to two wheel drive and make it a race car. I'm not 100% sure that can be done, and make that clear to him every time he mentions it, but I don't try to talk him down from that limb or to get the saw out of his hand. I hang out for a little while and then take my leave. I use the “I gotta get ready for the car show at Freebird’s” excuse. As I'm driving back on Hwy 114, I decide I'm going to run by Boyd and look at the farm. Instead of my usual “drive up FM 730 past the land then turn around and go back,” I actually turn on Able road and have a look see. I turn up one of the “roads” to the gas wells to scope out the land where I'd actually like to build. No, I was not in Fifi. Yes, I was a bit worried about “off roading” in Ms. Clio. She performed admirably but is covered in white dust now. Oh well, what are you going to do? As I was turning around, I saw a truck pull up at my cousin Mike’s house. I knew I'd better go show my face and ‘splain why a strange car was running around on the land. I did and had to chat for a few minutes with him. I headed back out and went home. I decided to let the car guys deal with my funk and forewent a shower. I usually wind up smelling like gasoline and road grime after driving The Seven anyway so I figured, “Fuck it!” I sat down with the intergoogles and passed the time waiting to go. I sent John a text to see if we were still on and he replied he was on his way. It was earlier than I expected so I hopped up and got ready myself. I need to finger out a way to keep the leather jacket from riding-up when I slide down into the seat of The Seven. Pulling it back down once in just doesn't work as well as Juan would think it should. Anyhoo, I head across town and pull up to find John standing by his B-210. If I hadn't been in The Seven, you really ort to get one of those things by the way, I would have been totally jealous. I “hopped” out feeling kind of weird. I'm sure it was low blood sugar because it was the same weird feeling I had that time it crashed to... um, whatever a really low blood sugar number is. I went inside and got a Mountain Dew and a cookie. As more people showed up, I began to feel more normal. It was a good turnout, except that Honda was the Marque Du Jour. I think the last count was six Hondas, five Toyotas, and two Datsuns. John, is that close? Oops, that bit above makes it sound like I'm against Hondas. I'm not, really. Eventually we went in and ate then folks began leaving. I think I made it home around 2230 h or so. It wasn't the coldest I've ever been in a car, but it also was far from the warmest. I did enjoy driving the thing all that way though. I'm looking forward to Birkinstock this May. Well, that’s about all I've got for today. Maybe tomorrow I'll discuss some of the stuff John and I talked about in regards to Lil' Wiggly's upcoming surgery. And maybe I won't. You’ll just have to tune in and see, won't you?