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Sunday I took The Seven out for a hoon. It began as, “I’ll just roll it out and start it up.” That turned into, “I’ll just take it around the block for a shakedown.” That went out the window as soon as I took off up the street. It then became, “I’ll just run up the access road and back to the house.” Of course, once I ran through the gears and was doing sixty or seventy, I said “Fuck it!” and went for a hoon. And a super hoon it was. I did the usual FM5 run but kept going and went around Lake Weatherford. I'm not sure how many miles I did, but I was out for a good two hours. The hoon caused an epiphany of sorts. As much as I say I've always wanted a Spitfire, having one along with The Seven is superfluous. I think I might plan to let it go. And I think I might cull the herd even more than that. I think I might want to reduce it down to The Seven, a tin-top Datsun, and maybe one more toy… along with Fiona, Fifi, and the trailer of course. As for the tin-tops, we’ll finish Lil' Wiggly and I'll hoon it until George is done. When I'm able to hoon George, we’ll sell Lil' Wiggly. Now this doesn’t mean I'm going to build Lil' Wiggly to sell, or that it is dead to me in any way. I'll enjoy Lil' Wiggly but I don’t think I'm going to plan on it being a long term relationship. I'll then hoon George while we build the Chickenhawk 2.0, whereupon George can go up for sale leaving the Chickenhawk as my long term tin-top. So now we come to the “maybe one more toy” portion of the program. Since I've already mentioned letting the Spit’ go, this leaves us with the N-600 as the “maybe one more toy.” And as I write, and re-read it, I realize just how full of shit I am. Never mind, I'm probably not going to do any of the stuff you just read. I'll keep all of the above mentioned cars in the fleet… moist likely. I'll finger out a place to store them all somewhere, somehow. So I guess once Lil' Wiggly is on the road, we’ll jump on the Spit’ and make a viable car out of it. Of course if I get a nice enough offer for either of them, I'll walk away smiling, but that’s another story. Feh, with my latest epiphany shot to hell, I'm not really in the mood to talk to y'all any more. There’s another reason, but I'm not sure I'm ready to divulge it. Hmm, ok. So I get an e-mail yesterday asking me to submit a daily log of my activity here at work. I'm trying my damnedest to finger out how to make “Sitting at my desk waiting for an emergency to pop up” sound productive. I think I can bullshit my way through most of the hours of a day, but there are several where… well, I'm sitting at my desk waiting for an emergency to pop up! I'm a little worried. Psh, I may be FORCED to cull the herd. Let’s hope not. Well, I've depressed myself now so I'm going to go do something else. Have a day.