Do you suppose it is possible to experience depression over having to wait to build a hot rod like a T-bucket?
Around my home the sky is grey. I'm looking out my back window at the truck frame that holds my engine and rear end. I sigh thinking of the build that will start in the spring. The anticipation of connecting parts of what was a beat-up junky old truck into a unique creation makes me long for these winter months to pass. Imagining the roar of the engine as it comes back to life, gets my heart pumping and my hands shaking. The smell of the exhaust, the smoke of the tires as I let out on the clutch, "Yes its alive... its alive." But no, not today, not tomorrow, but soon very soon and for the rest of my life...
Just goofing around...
Around my home the sky is grey. I'm looking out my back window at the truck frame that holds my engine and rear end. I sigh thinking of the build that will start in the spring. The anticipation of connecting parts of what was a beat-up junky old truck into a unique creation makes me long for these winter months to pass. Imagining the roar of the engine as it comes back to life, gets my heart pumping and my hands shaking. The smell of the exhaust, the smoke of the tires as I let out on the clutch, "Yes its alive... its alive." But no, not today, not tomorrow, but soon very soon and for the rest of my life...
Just goofing around...