Sunday, June 6, 2010

All this things I’ve done

It’s Sunday and I’m up late tonight because I was up late last night and the night before. I got back to Calgary from working on the car a few hours ago. I got to Red Deer Friday morning and worked late both Saturday and Sunday. Both nights saw me crawl into bed at 12:30.

I find it interesting that last week the question was asked about my job situation as I neglected to mention it. I guess since I whined for so long I need to follow that story up. The truth is that I’m waiting for it to start. I have training for it tomorrow evening (hence blog tonight) but I still don’t have a start date.

The plot thickens with the interesting twist that, out of the blue, I have been offered a little contract work with my former employer (think: plot to “Space Cowboys”) and that hasn’t started either. I suspect everything will go down at the same time making a mess of everything. No neat conclusions here – the beat goes on.

But, in another world, an easier and gentler world, stands a small British sports car that is every bit as rewarding as a career should be; except for the inverse flow of money of course.

This weekend I finished the welding on the rocker, mounted the driver’s side door, got the driver’s side fenders mounted, resealed the differential, mounted the differential, installed new fuel lines, fuel filter, installed all the brake lines and painted everything with Por-15 (including my forearms again).

I spent over 30 hours working on this car this weekend. And I don’t want to tell you anything about it because it was pretty dry stuff.

I could go into detail how I bent and re-bent fuel lines for most of this morning. I could also tell you that both joints have a coupling in them as no one sells 6 foot fuel lines – they only sell 5 foot fuel lines in 5/16. Why such a small car has such long fuel lines is a mystery to me.

I could tell you about how a million dollar Snap-on torque wrench that my dad had to have Christmas ‘95 failed when tightening down the diff cover and caused me to break a fine thread bolt in half. OK, I should have clued in on that but I, like an idiot, needed to hear the click – and the only click I heard was the bolt breaking in half.

I’ll be honest I don’t love every minute of doing this. Sometimes I rather go outside and play but I set a goal and damn it I’m not going to do my best to make it. There are small victories like riveting in the fuel line retaining brackets and having everything look as it should. Or having the diff finally clunk into place and slide up its mounting poles without falling off the jack onto my head.

I got some great news this week when Mike, of “where’s my engine, Mike?” fame emailed me that it would be reasonable to suspect that if I got the car to him in two weeks he would be ready to install the motor. That’s great news. Still haven’t seen a fricken picture but still – great news.

On the list of things I need to do before that can happen is: getting the rad pressure tested, bleeding the brakes, mounting the transmission (yes I’m going to do that) and getting a tire fixed that decided to go flat this weekend ‘cause I looked at it the wrong way. Sunday-second-stringers, Canadian Tire and Wal-Mart, couldn’t handle putting a tube in a tire so I shoved it over the fence at Don’s Tire (have to remember to phone them tomorrow).

I’m getting pretty tired of answering the question, “what’s this off of?”

If a) the LeBaron sells b) the new job starts or c) the contract work goes ahead this week getting the car to Kelowna becomes very doable. If none of those things happen my schedule takes another big hit – which I can’t afford.

Stay tuned….

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