Ryguytoodry
Well-Known Member
Recently I hit a motivational wall. I spend so much money and so much time on my car, and it's just sitting in my driveway. I can't drive it, start it, all it does is sit. Sure I work on it and spend hours a week on the phone trying to find out when back ordered parts are coming in. Sometimes I even sit in the drivers seat and imagine what it will be like when it's finally finished, but I guess it wasn't cutting it. All it took was my friend finishing his car a couple days ago to get me back in love with these big chunks of metal, dollars, and blood. The first time we started it since being in parts for years, he could do nothing but smile. Then I realized, this is why I do it. One day the car will be done, and it will probably be one of the greatest moments of my life. The smell of burnt tires and old engines, the stutter-like sound from a huge cam, the looks people give you when you show up in a car pushing 50 years old, its all part of it. Not a lot of people understand why I do it and it's hard to explain to them. Maybe you guys get me, I don't know.
-Ryan
-Ryan