I’ve been sitting here on my butt playing on the internet, waiting for plans to develope for later today.

I got up a few minutes ago and damn, I am stiff and sore all over!

I couldn’t figure out why until it dawned on me.

It’s from climbing in and out of that damn Sprite yesterday and driving it around with my knees crammed up under the dashboard like Bugs Bunny!

LMAO!

A sure sign I’m freaking old now.

Now I AM going to change that damned seat!

I thought this was bullshit at first but I am seriously impressed with how it came out.

Well, the 3 minute part is bullshit but it does work.

Since it was originally built in 1964 but has so many different parts from so many different years on it that I couldn’t even tell you how many.

Baiscally the only original parts on that car that I can say for sure is the body tub, the doors and the trunk lid.

I have literally changed every single other part on that car at least once or at least had it off the car and rebuilt it.

I had to go buy a new battery for it but I took it out on the road, with a new registration form AND INSURANCE, for the first time in over a year today.

I went up to the pharmacy and then over to my son’s house a couple miles away and took my Grandson out for a drive and then him.

The first time in 20 years that there has been a passenger in it except for Jesse a week or so ago and we didn’t get out on the road and the first time I have gone more than two miles away in at least two years,

I put over 15 miles on it today easily.

Now I have to get a different front seat for it again This one just ain’t working for me.

I can barely get in and out of it and I am crammed way too far forward. I may just say Fuck It and get a cheap racing seat for it and call it good.

Tater was a genius.