Bill and The Dangling Carrot

So close. I had another Friday off and was getting things lined up to make the trip to Harrisburg.  A pickup to cart back all of the old parts, family to invite, lunch plans, etc.  Throughout the morning, I struggled to keep the optimism up as a part of me suspected there might be some trouble with this final step.  Bill had earlier informed me that the car was going to the alignment shop and then an A/C charge and we would be ready for delivery.  I recalled some earlier pictures:

Here, amongst the shining new pipes and freshly welded sub-frame connectors, is some rather antiquated steering components that quite possibly are the originals.  I wondered as to the integrity of the parts, but figured that Bill and CJPS would let me know if that happened to be the case.  Well, it turns out that the upper control arms are shot and cannot be adjusted for a proper alignment.  Bill seemed genuinely bummed about the setback but I took it as karma. 

I have a huge exam next week and will be in a Microsoft bootcamp from this Sunday to next from 8am to 5pm.  The Mustang would have been a major distraction and probably affected my ability to pass the exams. Anyway, this will give Bill and his guys plenty of time to get things squared away, just the way everyone prefers it.  What's the sense in putting in over 160 hours just to have an undrivable car sit in the garage?  It'll be worth the wait, I am confident of that.

Speaking of hours, I recently calculated the hours and parts for the project up to this point and will share that in the next post.  It's unbelievable and truly a monumental accomplishment for everyone involved and I look forward to sharing it with you.  Until then, here's some Marine humor to pass the time:



Humor In The Face of Defeat

A Marine was deployed to Afghanistan. While he was there he received a 'Dear John' letter from his girlfriend. In the letter she explained that she had slept with two guys while he had been gone and she wanted to break up with him. AND, she wanted pictures of herself back.

So the Marine did what any squared-away Marine would do. He went around to his buddies and collected all the unwanted photos of women he could find. He then mailed about 25 pictures of women (with clothes and without) to his girlfriend with the following note:

"I don't remember which one you are. Please remove your picture and send the rest back."

Semper Fidelis