I’ve been taking advantage of the lockdown and being laid off to do as much as I can to get the Chevelle I inherited from my father back on the road. The full story will be coming soon.

I’ve been learning quite a bit, as well as re-learning a few things that I had done before. (I used to be able to rebuild a set of drum brakes in 30 minutes with a lot less swearing. Not so in 2021.)

By the way, if you have never had 30 year old gasoline spill all over your crotch, it’s quite the experience! From what I understand, that costs extra at certain Nevada establishments.

I don’t have a firm date as to when it will be completed. Then again, no project car is ever “finished.” But I’m keeping this one all stock, numbers matching. The only changes from stock are the headers and dual exhaust I put on in 1985, and the front disc brake conversion that is going on before I put it back on the road. Everything else is as it was from the factory. Even the AM radio in the dash. I’ve removed the stereo that I installed in high school and will be setting a bluetooth party speaker in the back seat that I can stash in the trunk at car shows. More to follow.

Jim Says: “Restoring a car is 20% know-how, 20% PB Blaster, and 60% curse words.”

Jim Says:”If I could find that motorcycle, it would be my daily driver.”

“FLOUR IS RAW. PLEASE FULLY COOK BEFORE ENJOYING.”

DAMMIT, Pillbury! Can we not have one simple pleasure in these trying times? My favorite childhood memory is of my Dad taking us to the Farmer’s Market for some wheat “fresh off the reaper.” It was quite the treat, you could taste how it would eventually become flour, but it was somehow.. better.

So often, when Mom was baking cookies, Dad and I would sneak into the kitchen for a teaspoon full of flour. It was like candy. Dry, gagging, powdered candy.

::sigh:: Happier times..

Jim Says: “Quick one for ya. A dementia patient and a hooker walk into the White House..”