My workplace is slowly being taken over by a corporate leviathan. The last time this happened to me, I was laid-off within three months. Needless to say, I'm a trifle paranoid. Paranoid SYH = angry SYH. Fair warning.
Also, the new(er) vehicle is a pain in the ass. I fix one fucking thing and something else breaks (or threatens to). I am about fed up.
Also, the new(er) vehicle is a pain in the ass. I fix one fucking thing and something else breaks (or threatens to). I am about fed up.
I have a friend in Tuscon who works for an old-car scrapyard, if you want a rust-free '68-'73 C10... he can find one (and has, repeatedly and for a good price too).
and i can't sell it. so, i may as well keep it!