9/12/2011

I have no idea what I did Saturday. Oh wait, I remember going to the shop and “Swiss Cheesing” the air box of the Genesis. OK, yeah. Now it is all coming back to me. So, I go to the shop and since it hasn’t quite been 48 hours since the windows were tinted, I had to get out to enter the gate code. I drove to the back and parked. I... wait, this is stupid. I'm not going through a step by step. I took the air box out, drilled four 3” holes in it, reinstalled it, and left. I hooned back to the house listening for added intake honk. Meh, there might have been a little more, I'm not sure. Back at the house I'm told that we’re waiting for someone from the church to get through buying a car and we’re taking them to lunch. I sit down to wait. I continue to wait. At 1439 h mom calls to see how they are doing and we go meet them. We have barbecue at Spring Creek. I head out for another hoon. Gregg calls while I'm hooning and I head his way. He digs the car, as I was sure he would. After taking him for a ride I head back and stop at Cabela’s for an IWB holster for the PT-92. I buy one and head home. I test it in the waistband of my shorts and declare the PT a concealable weapon. I waste the rest of Saturday evening. Sunday I meet mom at church so we can go to lunch and then shop for a new water cooler. Our old one began leaking and lost about a gallon and a half over the course of Saturday. The two stores we checked did not have them so we gave up and I ordered one on line. I think I went for another hoon after a nap. Eventually it was time to go to the Japanese Old School car thing so I put on my driving shoes and rolled The Seven out. It fired right up and ran fine. I took off but only got about half a mile from the house before the fuel pump quit. I called mom and she came to get me. We took a tow strap and went back for The Seven. I turned it around in the street and got it rolling down the hill. It made it about one third of the way home on gravity. I tried to hook up the tow strap but apparently Nissan didn't see fit to put a tow/tie down hook on the back of the Altima. I started pushing it up the next hill. Fortunately the car only weighs 1,145 pounds so I didn't have much trouble with the actual pushing. It was the act of pushing it which almost killed me though. I'm not used to that much activity. I got it up to the top of the hill and hopped in while it was rolling. Yeah, I guess I wasn't quite to the top of the hill after all. I cranked the engine in first gear to get it moving again and began rolling toward the house. I had plenty of speed when I got to the house and rolled right up to the garage door. I sat in the car, panting like a over-excited Chihuahua, and waited for mom to open the door. When she did I pulled the car in and parked it. I went in and collapsed in my chair to cool down and get the blood pressure back to normal. After almost an hour I finally felt better. Another hour and I was normal again. So, I think this has cemented my resolve as far as the old car hobby is concerned. I'm going to keep The Seven of course, but in order to maintain it and enjoy it, I'm going to get rid of most, if not all, of the rest. I’m not ready right now to say for sure that I'm not keeping one “Tin Top” Datsun, but it is a possibility. I think the absolute maximum will be one “Tin Top” Datsun, the Honduh, and The Seven. Which “Tin Top” will I keep? I don't know. My knee-jerk reaction is the Chickenhawk of course. But George is closer to running. Lil' Wiggly could be a contender since it is next in line to finish. As for the LBCs, both Triumphs just need to go. Sorry Nadine, but I really do not have any interest in that TR-3. Perhaps John will convince me to go ahead and finish it, I don't know. The thing is almost dead to me. In fact, almost everything down there at the shop is almost dead to me. If it all went away, I don't think I'd lose too many night’s sleep. Of course, I haven’t heard John's take on the big Japanese Classic Car Show he attended out in The People’s Republic of Kalifornia. This last weekend either. He might have the hots to get back into this hobby full-force, dragging me along with him. We'll see.