Overcast and snowy… the hell… it’s only August and it’s freezing? I don’t know why this is my favorite time of year… but it is. Maybe it’s memories past of university’s…
… holy crap life is changed…
Maybe it’s the Vintage club’s Vertically Challenged Hill Climb, maybe its the first ever drifting events at Race City …drifting in Lethbridge… kicking up leaves… parking on cliffs… There is more to the fall than car life, but car life certainly sees some highlights this time of year.
And the muffler is falling out the bottom of my Cherokee. Driving that thing makes me so discontent.
Andrew bought his BC6 over. He’s traveling the world and I told him if he left it with me, I’d do some things to clean it up. Nothing major… but working on cars is fun…
It really is fun… but I haven’t touched it. The night he dropped it off, we pulled some of the trim pieces off to start sealing out and away rust… made me miss 86 really hard. Maybe that’s why I haven’t gone out to touch it again.
Sorry Andrew.
And besides that I don’t have anything to write about… that itself is not even worthy. This journal thing ain’t working to well. I think I’m just going to save pennies and drop 20k at carland some few years from now. It doesn’t feel like it’s time to upgrade to Bunta status quite yet… but recently I wonder.
Stay tuned.