Just a warning, this is going to be a mini novel of a post so settle in with a cold one if you really want to read it all.

Sweet christ, I have never been so tired before. Honestly. I thought that the process leading up to this weekend was bad, well, I was way wrong haha

In hindsight, I was essentially a bleeding woman over this whole ordeal and I should really learn to go with the flow but I just chalk my nervousness up to it being my first time and after all is said and done with, everything went FLAWLESSLEY.

Friday I snuck out of work early (god bless summer fridays!) and swung by Bubb's to find out that the paint hadn't arrived yet. Bubba threatened to tear the paint guys head off if it wasn't delivered so I guess that was taken care of. Then it was home to make sure all of my packages from fourseason were there and god bless em, the aluminum crackpipe was waiting by my door. Kate came home and we were off to Jasons.

I'll preface the rest by saying I had gotten two(2) hours of sleep the night before because my dog's little balloon knot was all stopped up and god bless him for trying to unleash the fury but the floodgates were closed shut. I was nervous as hell for leaving him be so all the while I was working on the car, I was also picturing my lil best friend suffering at home. Not a good time indeed.


On the way to Jasons, I jumped out of the car in rushhour to grab kate a flower and fuck if it wasn't the coolest thing I had ever seen on a highway. (Those outer doodads are razor sharp too. Dope!)

We got to Jason's and we quickly started to tear everything out of the car but had to wait because our friend Wieder was 4 hours late returning Jason's cherry picker. (Fucking Wieder!)



The troops were starting to line up so while we were waiting I decided to paint all of the intake manifold pieces.









Wieder finally got his drunk ass over to the house and we went straight to work again. I'll be honest, we were drinking and well, the more we got drunk, the quicker things went. Kate and Jason's wife were inside the house talking about weddings, periods and whatever girls talk about so us boys were sort of left alone to be stupid which really made my nervousness go away.





20 minutes later and the engine was finally pulled.




This is where it got interesting. I was completely content with bagging everything up and spraying in the morning. I don't know why I was ok with that. Maybe I was exhausted or worried about my dog or whatever but Jason kept telling me that if we were going to go to all of this trouble, we might as well do it right. And by doing it right, we would have to pull EVERYTHING in the bay. I know this is just a car thing but THAT is a good friend right there and I really really appreciate him pushing me to go the extra mile at a time when I was ready to half ass it.

I almost pooped myself in thinking of what I had gotten myself into but I agreed and just went with the flow. I really didn't want Jason to have to 1) put up with my car in his garage any longer than needed 2) not be able to put my car back together and 3) see number 1.

This was the time when Wieder decided to pull the brake "boosher" (he was now slurringly drunk as most of us were coming in at a close 2nd in the alcoholic olympics) and being that the boosher was bolted from behind the dash (you guessed it) the dash had to come out too.

30 minutes later and we had this:




All in all, it was a fucking AWESOMNE night. I've been hanging out with this group for close to three years now and I really missed getting stupid with them. I had met them during a really bad time in my life when I was really destructive and it was nice laughing my ass off when I was in a much much better state. After the dash was out, kate and I took off to check on the pooch and call it a night because the next day would be even busier.

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