10/10/13

As it is now Thursday, I guess we can start making plans for the weekend.  I have asked John his opinion and I think what we came up with is as follows.  We will meet at Beenbroke and load up the welding table and some of the engines then make a run to the new shop.  We’ll unload there, see how we’re looking for time, and probably make a return trip to start organizing stuff into “keepers” and “pitchers/abandoners” piles.  I half-assed suggested, without actually saying so, that we might drag the trailer over for the Spit.  What I said was something like, “Do we meet at the old shop and take ‘back of the truck’ stuff or meet at the new shop and take ‘put on the trailer’ stuff?”  The Spit was the implied “put on the trailer” stuff… of course.  Like I said though, since I never actually spelled out that I was interested in moving the Spit, I can't fault his logic in his choice of plan.  It is a good plan and I think we’ll stick with it.  I think I'd like to swing by that radiator shop on Wichita Street and see if they could make a right angle neck for the aluminum radiator I have.  It fits the car so much better and seems to be more substantial, cooling wise, than the VW radiator.  John assures me there is a home for the VW radiator and that it wasn’t a “Premature Purchase Wall of Shame” candidate.  Well, we’ll see.  The hammer, trigger, butt stock, and fore end for Thumper arrived yesterday.  Yeah, the sear on that hammer is the tiniest little ledge; I'm not surprised it sheared off with a little tapping.  I was worried that I was wailing on the thing and that was why it broke.  No, it wouldn’t have taken much to shear that little pimple off.  I also forewent trying to polish the surface myself.  I’ll live with the trigger pull, whatever way it turns out.  So now I'm thinking of taking the parts to Winchester Gallery during lunch today.  The sooner I get them there, the sooner they’ll get it done.  Yeah, I will mean losing my parking spot but I think I'm going to do that.  In fact, I might just go to lunch a little early today… like right now.  As soon as I shut down the rant, I got a call from the rozzers.  They were at the new shop investigating a bunch of stolen cars parked on the property.  They wanted to know if Lil' Wiggly was mine and was it supposed to be there.  I assured them it was, along with the two others inside and my two out back.  When we hung up, I called John.  We speculated that they must have cut the lock off of our building to get in.  I took off to go have a look.  About halfway there, John calls me back to say that they had not cut off our lock but that Patrick had crawled through the “bathroom” window and opened the door.  He went on to say that Patrick had said the cops were just leaving and “everything is cool.”  I went anyway.  I got there and found a Fort Worth cruiser sitting outside the fence.  I pulled through the gate, unmolested, and opened up our shop.  Everything looked to be in order so I went around back to make sure George, the Chickenhawk, and my trailer were still there.  They were.  I ran into the dude who has been working in the other shop while out back.  He said they had already towed off six cars and four more tow trucks arrived while I was there.  I went back in our shop and unlocked the interconnecting door, since we have the main breaker for the building I fingered it was only fair.  I then asked the FWPD officer out front if everything was cool with the three cars inside the building.  He said they weren’t going anywhere.  As there was really nthing more I could do I headed to Winchester Gallery.  There I dropped off the hammer and trigger and asked for the hammer to be trimmed down like the one coming off so it would clear my scope.  They said they would do that.  I asked if they had any kind of guesstimate and was told they would open it up next week.  From there I came back to the railroad trying to decide what I wanted for lunch.  I decided on Boss’ Pizza Buffet.  As I pulled into the parking lot I remembered An Zen Sushi Buffet next door.  None of the Philistines I hang out with are willing to try bait so I knew this was my only chance.  I ate way too much.  Now I'm back at my desk, full and miserable.  And on that note…