Holy crap.

Worked on my car yesterday for the WHOLE day. Woke up at 10, drove to north PA, got there at 1ish, started to work on the car, finished at 11, drove back home. My hands are all fucked up and bruised. Still stained with oil, grease, and all sorts of other car crap. But you know what? It was all worth it.

My god.

After getting down and dirty with my car, putting up with all it's shit, and having parts not cooperate with tools... when I first stepped on the gas pedal and hit that left turn with the throttle to the metal... woosh. Wow, it was all worth it. Maybe even better then sex. Maybe. Sure as hell comes close.

So that was sunday. Let me proceed with a ¿MyStiFieD? update for friday and saturday:
Red Dragon.
Pecan Pie.
Squirrels and Nuts.
Still no dice.
Johnny Walker.
Drunken Hanna.
Home all weekend, never slept in my bed.

Ok.. short update, but short weekend too. Nothing particularly interesting besides my car. But I don't need to write about it. I'll let it speak for itself.

Remember Kids, it's not the size of your shifter that counts... it's how you use it.