6/9/14

I mentioned last week that I put the two Saigas up on Texas Gun Trader to get a feel for the market.  Well, one dude in Houston is interested in the shotgun but he wants to trade stuff rather than pony up cash.  I totally understand that.  $1,500.00 is a healthy chunk of change… which is why that is my price!  Anyhoo, we e-mailed back and forth a few times last week and I finally decided that I was not ready to trade for stuff and wanted to let the ad run at least another week.  I told him I was not against the idea of a trade and that if I don’t get any bites this week we can make a deal.  I haven’t heard back from him since suggesting that we might meet up in a central location next Saturday after all.  Of course I might have scared him of by telling him that I did all the work on the gun rather than taking it to a gunsmith.  I mean, for fuck’s sake!  It’s a damned Kalashnikov!  They can be BUILT, from the ground up, with little more than a hammer and a vice!  Just look at all the bajillions of the damned things worldwide.  You don’t need no steenkin’ gunsmith to swap out trigger groups or install different furniture on a Kalashnikov.  It’s not like I swapped barrels or trunnions or anything.  Oh well, if he decides he doesn’t want to trade, I didn’t really need a Remington 870 Tactical pump shotgun or an AR lower receiver… which are the two items he was willing to swap me for my gun.  I was probably going to be getting the short end of the stick with that deal anyway.  If I don’t hear from him by Friday, I will send him one (1) e-mail asking if he’s still interested and then move on with my mule skinnin’.  So, there’s that going on.  As for cars, we met at the shop Saturday morning and got the seat installed in John’s 1200… more or less.  He still needs to install the harness before the final installation of the seat, but we got it mounted to the bracket and the bracket bolted into the car for a test sit.  We think it is going to work out pretty well.  Then we had a look at the floor of Lil’ Wiggly to see if the catalytic converter hump could be “removed.”  Yeah, not really.  We test fit the Corbeau seat he had for his car originally but I didn’t really like the way it… did something.  I decided we’d buy some big-assed fender washers and reinstall the seat I had removed last week while waiting for the other flake to come buy the Spitfire.  Of course I had zero cash when we went to the hardware store to buy the bolts for John’s seat so I couldn’t get my fender washers.  We wound up doing a few other things, I don’t remember what, then going to see Jerry at All-Z about a possible speedometer drive pinion.  Yeah, even though the turbo Z-car used the same T-5 transmission we’re using, the speedo drive is different.  John is going to look into a Camaro or Chevy S-10 T-5 speedo pinion for me.  See, the Mustang which donated this tranny used an electronic speedo… we need a cable.  I’m not sure why I needed to have the dirty end of the speedo cable sorted out before we could install the dash, but it did make for a “good” excuse to not install said dash that day.  We had lunch at PFK… sorry, thinking in French again.  We had lunch at KFC and then went our separate ways.  I think I went straight home and took a nap.  Sunday I decided that since I’d wasted the whole of Saturday afternoon and evening, I had to get out of the house, even if it were just for a hoon.  I wound up driving to the other side of Arlington to check out Gander Mountain.  Yeah, it’s pretty similar to Cabela’s.  Perhaps they had a few more guns, but I wouldn’t bet on it.  I didn’t find anything I couldn’t live without… besides, I was still broke.  I headed home and wasted the rest of Sunday afternoon and evening.  Well, that just about wraps it up for the tale of the weekend.  I guess I’ll tell the embarrassing i-Pod story tomorrow.