but the time is now,
I need to clear my iPhones memory,
and get to some positive stuff!
I started working on a little 30 pickup,
owned by a guy
I had nicknamed Dumbass in my phone.
The kids would say...
"You got a text from dumbás"
It was a POS,
and what a relief to see it go.
Bummer for the next guy it would trap.
A couple months later,
he too burned out,
and a deal was made to get it on the road.
chopping the top,
and some of the not fun part,
putting 3rd rate junk together.
Even the gas he had was junk,
arguing that it was ok.The work and it's fixes were so mangy and crappy,
it's embarassing to show pictures.
That's what happens when rushed,
using junk parts,
and basically working for free.
This was like stuff done on a work boat.
Make it strong so Dumbass doesn't die.
One step above a rat rod.
slopping it together like a madman.
It was like practice to do decent work quick.
Just what I needed.
Dumbass had no clue how to finish it,
although he would send dozens of website links
to information on how to finish it.
Some that I actually wrote.
Miraculously I got it running
in time for the big Mooneyes show,
but he was too chicken to drive it there,
trailering it like a pansy...
Create a new car club with guys that buy hot rods,
then trailer them to car shows.
I'll be happy to build and drive them.
Whatever the case
it didn't look bad from far away,
maybe cause of Tony's pipes and chop,
or maybe my stance redo,
tire size and headlight bar...
I caved into his whining,
and let him take the truck without reimbursement,
trusting he would be good on his word.
I'd have to hound him on Instagram!
Of course this was during xmas,
the perfect tine to get screwed.
I actually had to hold his other project hostage,
hanging it in the rafters.
He tried to sneak it contacting the other shop guys.
to pay up or talk to me directly,
he threatened lawyers and other crazy talk.
I ended up throwing his junk outside.
Easier to purge rather than sink.