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So, I picked up a 1973 Gran Torino sport a while back, not knowing what the heck I was going to do.
I decided I'll just sell the car, and keep a few things I wanted for my own, and wash my hands.
The guy that bought it, asked for help, and I said what the hell.
Saving another Torino works for me.
Now I get myself in this $&*^$ sh*T. ;D
After talking with a good buddy a while back about his find on a '73 Ford GTS...after telling him I picked up one in need of parts...and learning of a guy in the sandhills of Nebraska with a whole load of them for cheap, I am doing a couple things.
Running to pick up my buddy's newest buy, the fore-mentioned 1973 Gran Torino Sport. No rust. I fricken hate the sandhills! {they use ash from what I understand, and not salt out there}. He''s done me a ton of favors, and I figure it's on my way out to there. Saves hime time, and helps me cover gas. Driving a '79 F150, 8-10 mpg on a good day, you do the math.
Run car to Northern Colorado, pick up another complete 351c and 3 speed trans for $300, swing back to the yard and pick up a wrecked '72 GTS for parts to fix the '73 GTS along with pretty much as much other sheet metal I can pack into the truck and fit in the torino on the trailer to fix up another Torino.
Going to take a vacation day, the wife is going to take a vacation day, pack the tools and misc stuff for the road trip, and plan on two to three solid days of rolling up and down I80 in the dead of winter because I am feeling mighty damn giddy about just finding a stash of '72-76 Torinos...and for not alot of cash, just the drive time.
I don't get it...I just am like F it, what the hell compells someone to WANT to do this? Not that I want to sit in the driveway with a torino on a trailer, a torino under a car cover, and a torino in the garage, plus the two drivers, but it's like I have some sickness compelling me to do this stuff.
We are debating about bringing the one-pooch-demo crew
along for the ride...me might, but may just stick his furry behind in the kennel. Sort of feel guilty though about doing that...always a basket case when we get the poor mutt back from the klink...LOL...wait, scratch that, he's pretty much THE basket case dog of the year.
Anyways...I know people see shrinks for a lot less worse stuff...but I think this is therapy for me.
I decided I'll just sell the car, and keep a few things I wanted for my own, and wash my hands.
The guy that bought it, asked for help, and I said what the hell.
Saving another Torino works for me.Now I get myself in this $&*^$ sh*T. ;D
After talking with a good buddy a while back about his find on a '73 Ford GTS...after telling him I picked up one in need of parts...and learning of a guy in the sandhills of Nebraska with a whole load of them for cheap, I am doing a couple things.
Running to pick up my buddy's newest buy, the fore-mentioned 1973 Gran Torino Sport. No rust. I fricken hate the sandhills! {they use ash from what I understand, and not salt out there}. He''s done me a ton of favors, and I figure it's on my way out to there. Saves hime time, and helps me cover gas. Driving a '79 F150, 8-10 mpg on a good day, you do the math.
Run car to Northern Colorado, pick up another complete 351c and 3 speed trans for $300, swing back to the yard and pick up a wrecked '72 GTS for parts to fix the '73 GTS along with pretty much as much other sheet metal I can pack into the truck and fit in the torino on the trailer to fix up another Torino.
Going to take a vacation day, the wife is going to take a vacation day, pack the tools and misc stuff for the road trip, and plan on two to three solid days of rolling up and down I80 in the dead of winter because I am feeling mighty damn giddy about just finding a stash of '72-76 Torinos...and for not alot of cash, just the drive time.
I don't get it...I just am like F it, what the hell compells someone to WANT to do this? Not that I want to sit in the driveway with a torino on a trailer, a torino under a car cover, and a torino in the garage, plus the two drivers, but it's like I have some sickness compelling me to do this stuff.
We are debating about bringing the one-pooch-demo crew
along for the ride...me might, but may just stick his furry behind in the kennel. Sort of feel guilty though about doing that...always a basket case when we get the poor mutt back from the klink...LOL...wait, scratch that, he's pretty much THE basket case dog of the year.Anyways...I know people see shrinks for a lot less worse stuff...but I think this is therapy for me.
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