4/19/12

I believe it was Michael Corleone who said, “Every time I think I'm out, they just keep dragging me right… back… in!” or something to that effect.  John called yesterday to ask if I would be interested in trading Super Karate-Monkey Death-Car for a low-windshield Datsun Roadster.  I asked as to the Roadster’s condition and was told it was probably similar to the Spit’.  In my mind, even if it is that rough, the deal sounds a little lopsided in my favor.  I said I would gopher that, yes.  Now, what the hell am I going to do with a Roadster?  Well, I'll probably wind up putting the Z-20 in it and toss the “extra” A-14 in the Spit’.  That would mean the single side draft and header would be re-allocated to the Spit’ and Herman would go back to a plain old down draft carburetor and cast iron manifold.  Returning Herman to being a true Slowster just seems to be the best plan for that car… short of having it crushed that is.  Of course this all flies in the face of yesterday’s “Gotta cull the herd!” rant.  Oh well, what are you going to do?  Then again, there is nothing etched in stone.  I suppose we could consider “flipping” some of these cars.  The Roadster, the Spit’, Lil' Wiggly, and the Crossbow could all be built with selling in mind.  Sure, I'm going to lose money on Lil' Wiggly because I'm too far invested in building a “keeper” at this point, but I could walk away from it when another is up and running… probably.  Ok, I talk a big game when I'm thirty miles away from the car and it needs tuning.  I guess we should wait and see how I feel when it is hoonable.  There, that was for John.  Anyhoo, since we haven’t invested all that much in the others yet, they could be built differently.  I don’t mean half-assed, per se, but perhaps we wouldn’t spring for real Autometer gauges… and stuff like that.  Of course if they don’t sell right away, and have to sit in front of the shop with “For Sale” signs on them, I might have to spring for a dealer’s license.  Then again, all but Lil' Wiggly would be open cruisers and would need indoor storage when “finished.”  They wouldn’t be sitting outside of the shop… probably.  I don’t know.  I'm just letting my brain drain out through my fingers here.  And I've hit a wall.  I can't think of anything else to say to y'all right now.  Feh, it is close enough to quitting time to start rounding up all my stuff and abandoning the office.  I guess I'll talk to y'all again… well, sometime.