The waking this morning was another long, protracted reflex action. Unlike the little ones that occur when your doctor taps your knee with the mallet during a checkup, this one lasted a good fifteen minutes or so, and culminated with me getting into my car and driving off, at which point I woke up enough to be able to work the clutch and shifter…
*sigh*
Spent all of last evening putting the brazed and ported turbo exhaust elbow on the car at Don’s house up in Jacksonville. It was a lot of fun to hang out with someone who sees cars from the same vantage point as I do, and just a generally great guy. It took us three hours, and I was gloriously dirty and greasy and sweaty from literally head to foot, but we got it on the car. Undoing fourteen-year-old bolts from a slightly rusty exhaust system with a cobbled-together set of extensions and u-joint attachments for a socket driver is great fun. At least the car didn’t fall on me… That would have sucked.