52 Blueberry Hill, Sunday February 8
There was quite a ruckus coming from the garage. A mixture of rock music from the radio, the clunking and banging of tools, humming, singing, the sometimes occasional string of curses...just what anyone would expect of a day of mechanic work.
Murdock was in single-minded mode as he went about working on his airplane. He was still missing several key parts, so he was attempting to build what he needed from other things.
Hence the very loud, "Owww! God dangsonof..." at one point.
Blowtorches are hot, man.
(open to all! this post inspired by the re-assembly of a pickup truck dashboard and the scraped knuckles, cursing, muttering, banging, etc, and et al that goes with it. what??)
Murdock was in single-minded mode as he went about working on his airplane. He was still missing several key parts, so he was attempting to build what he needed from other things.
Hence the very loud, "Owww! God dangsonof..." at one point.
Blowtorches are hot, man.
(open to all! this post inspired by the re-assembly of a pickup truck dashboard and the scraped knuckles, cursing, muttering, banging, etc, and et al that goes with it. what??)