I know I've been much quieter than normal lately. I guess I'm under a more covert, sublime form of depression as opposed to the usual demoralization. At this point, I'm of a mind that just letting it run its course, and not fighting it with self-medication, is the best of my few and far-between options ( Read more... )

Attempted to take Mum to the store this afternoon and we didn't get far in Moonshine--it was quickly evident that the rear passenger side tire was going flat. So back at Rather Manor we try to reinflate the tire and Dad notices a nailhead in the tread ( Read more... )

Still going through my research addiction on racing sports cars and GTs and kit cars and so on. Latest question running through my mind: "What are the ultimate racing cars built by the marques that are/were cars my family owned ( Read more... )

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Dad got the replacement killer engine today and it looks to be a perfect match. But we've all heard that before. :/ Once again, it's our Mechie's problem to see if the shoe fits the foot.

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The engine we got last week turned out to have too many hardware differences to be used in the Skylark, so Dad picked it up from our Mechie and took it back to the junkyard. The junkyard Mechies are excavating another engine and we may get it tomorrow.

Two truck rides today: one to Strawberry Plains to pick up the freshly-looted engine, one to our Mechie's to deliver it. I was basically there to hang around (insert silly parody Lucasfilm imagery here), but I did help our Mechie with the aparatus he used to lift the engine out of our truck and onto the dolly he's using to get it around his garage ( Read more... )

Evidently Dad felt confident in himself enough to do all the legwork today. He got together with the Mechies (both our own and others) and they're satisfied that the engine we saw yesterday (from a '93 Corsica) is good enough for the Skylark. He paid the deposit at the junkyard; their Mechies will extract yon motor, and either they'll deliver it ( Read more... )

Our safari took us to the Sevier County side of Strawberry Plains, and East Tennessee Auto Center. So under the blazing August sunshine, we braved endless grime and nasty mosquito attacks and a vast array of junked cars, row upon row ( Read more... )