5/25/2011

I have about an hour before my next appointment and I don't feel like getting back into the study mode right now. So I'm going to tell y'all about the last weekend’s progress, asbestos I can remember. Saturday morning I met John and Dave at the shop. We rolled Super Karate-Monkey Death Car and Nadine out of their respective spots then moved Barbecue Bob to where Super Karate-Monkey Death Car had been. Super Karate-Monkey Death Car took Barbecue Bob's spot and Nadine went back where she’d been. John and I then went inside to install the gazinta and gazowta manifolds on Lil' Wiggly. We got them on and hunkered down and I gave them a WFO test. They seemed a bit more resistant to opening than when they were flollopy on the manifold but they seemed to loosen up after several blips. We hooked up the gas pedal and I had a go at it from the driver’s seat. There isn't much pedal movement but they do go to WFO. I'm afeared it’ll be an “On/Off” switch but John thinks there’s plenty of modulation. We'll see. I cleaned up the bottom of the distributor and got it installed, hopefully timed right. I know we did more stuff, but I can't think what it was now. Eventually we put the bonnet back on and rolled it out so Barbecue Bob could come in. John and Dave are installing an engine in Barbecue Bob this week, remember? Lil' Wiggly took Barbecue Bob's spot, what used to be Super Karate-Monkey Death Car’s, and we cleaned up and locked it down for the day. We decided on Benito’s, which somehow became “Bendejo’s” and shall thus be called henceforth. Now, I know that isn't the correct way to spell the Spanish word for “dumb ass,” but the alliteration of the “B” rather than mispronunciation of the “P” sound, works better for me. So, “Beso me culo!” After lunch, we all went our separate ways to await the Rapture. I got home and took a shower then a nap. Around 1730 h I got up to hang out with mom for, possibly, the last 30 minutes she’d be around. See, of the two of us, if anyone was going to be taken up into heaven, it would have been her. At 1805 h we decided it probably wasn't going to happen after all, or we’d both been left behind, and we had some dinner. I texted John to see if he’d been raptured, his reply told me he hadn't. Sunday I hung out and waited for mom to get home from church then we went to Olive Garden for lunch. I took another nap then decided I wanted to go to the store for some parts for Lil' Wiggly. I picked up some bolts and nuts to attach the trumpets to the carburetors, a PCV valve with a hose nipple on one end, a mini “valve cover” filter in case the PCV valve doesn't do what I want it to, and the biggest and longest brake line they had. I took all of this to the shop. I cut the ends off of the big brake line and was about to go out to the car when I let out a “fart” I shouldn't have trusted. A “Shart” would describe it better. I clenched and locked up the shop. I decided to forgo the crapper at the facility because, well to be honest, it was too late. I headed home. On the dam road I saw a huge snake sunning itself on the road. I turned back to look at it again. A lady in an Audi stopped as well and blocked traffic while I pushed the easily five foot long, three inch diameter monster off the road surface. Yes, I made sure it wasn't a rattlesnake and when it opened its mouth to hiss at me I saw it had the wee little fangs of a non venomous variety, I hoped. I still didn't get too near the head and brushed it to the grass with my toe. “Kicked it off the road,” sounded way more violent than what I did so I softened the language. I went on home and took a shower. I should have taken The Seven out for a hoon at that point but didn't. Monday I just didn't get around to talking to y'all and yesterday I started that on line course. Tomorrow, Friday, and next Tuesday I'll be off for Birkinstock so you won't hear from me until next Wednesday, unless I get bored and bloviate some for you. So there. Well, it is just about time for my next appointment so I'm out of here.