9/15/14

Ok, I went ahead and installed a high beam switch in Lil' Wiggly after all.  We needed female spade connectors for projects on both cars so we went to the Vato Zone around the corner and bought some.  We each also bought a momentary push button switch for each project.  John needed one for a starter while I needed one for the horn.  While looking, I saw the very same switch I had at the shop which I had been using as a high beam switch and calculated the wattage it could handle.  It is supposed to be able to handle… um, more than the 110 watts of the high beams so I fingered I’d go with what I had on hand.  I wired it up and we reinstalled the dash.  Oh yeah, while looking at the oil pressure gauge wire, I had to remove the dash.  Turns out I had the right wire to the gauge all along so I have no idea where the system is getting up fucked.  With it all back together… we walked away rather than testing because if it had been bad, it would have been bad.  John is taking the next two weeks off from the shop so he figured, rightly so I might add, that if I were left to my own devices with a known bad wiring situation… well, it would have been bad.  So we’re left in limbo with regards to whether the wiring is any good.  Sunday morning I got a text from my neighbor saying, “We should be able to roll that Subaru across the street in about an hour.”  I replied back, “Awesome!” or something and headed out to see what I could do.  We got the car rolled out into the driveway and I hopped in to dire it across the street.  It rolled down the Andrijeski’s drive nicely but the brakes dragged just enough to keep it from going up mine.  We pushed it the rest of the way up and I parked it.  I put blocks under the tires to keep it from rolling back into the street and re-released the parking brake.  The car is a 1980 Subaru 1600GL which is a two door hardtop.  The seals between the front door glass and the rear quarter glass are gone so I took some duct tape and sealed it temporarily.  I was going to call our landlord/tow truck driver to have it drug across town to the shop but then mom came home from church.  We went to lunch.  I suggested we swing by the shop so I could talk to Patrick and then we’d go to Off the Bone for Barbecue.  We traipsed across town to discover that Patrick wasn’t there… and OtB is apparently closed on Sunday.  We wound up at Papadeaux’s and ate way too much rich shit.  I decided on the way home that I wasn’t going to bother with trying to move the car until next Saturday after all.  Now I’m trying to decide whether or not I’m going to close up Lil' Wiggly, roll him out temporarily, and let the Subaru cut in line.  Psh, who am I kidding?  I have already decided that is exactly what I’m going to do.  I will head to the shop in the morning, weather proof Lil' Wiggly a little bit, make sure the tires have air, drop it back on the ground, and roll it out next to the Spitfire.  Then I will call Patrick, if he hasn’t shown up already, and engage him to go get the car from my house.  We’ll roll it inside and I might get to work on it… and I might not.  We’ll see.  Then again, I might take off early one day this week and do… no, I want to get Lil' Wiggly “buttoned up” some before I call for the tow.  Yes, this is a good plan for Saturday… I think.  We’ll see.  I’m sure John will have something to say about it in… three, two, one!