OK Saturday was block sanding and block sanding and block sanding. It was a day without the slightest molecule of enjoyment or satisfaction. I didn't even get to spray the first coat of primer (although I did get to block the entire car).
Because it had been such a crap day I threw caution (and my liberty) to the winds and took the beast for a drive. It occurred to me afterwards that had the local deputy stopped me it would have been easier for him to write a ticket listing the things that I was driving with, than without. (Well at least we now have a driver's door that latches closed). So I wound it up and we were flying down the lane. It was so fast that small tornadoes of sanding grit whirled out of the dashboard, so fast that the g forces sucked my eyeballs into the trunk, so fast that I caught myself grinning like a retard. Now get this; at 70mph in top gear I mashed the throttle into the floorboard and I swear to God that this magnificent engine made the rear end hunker down and we were just eating the road up. Now the engine is still hardly set up and running on regular gas instead of the premium it so richly deserves. I am still smiling as I type this which is the silver lining to my otherwise naff day.
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