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Provided by the compucert I'm not really one of those guys who wake up on Monday morning looking forward to the next weekend. I prefer to take it one day at a time. Usually. However, this week is another story.
Last weekend I was thoroughly wiped out trying to help my brother-in-law with the fuel lines on his 91 Camaro. Previously he had switched the car from a 305 with fuel injection to a 383 stroker with a carb. The shop that did the job royally knotted up the factory fuel lines and even had a horribly bent steel tube running over the top of the engine to go to the fuel pump. Terrible, almost amateurish, work. And they were suggested by the engine builder! But that was all a couple years ago and Manny had enough with the clutter. Time to redo those lines. So with my trusty tube bender in hand, I crawled under the car with about 6 feet of steel line last Saturday. I would emerge from under the car completely covered in grease some 4 hours later. Some of the darker spots on me were grease stains with bruises underneath. That steal pipe was a project to bend due to the wide diameter, so, in order to bend it I had to lean the bending tool either on the ground, or my hip, or my chest. I have some of the hugest bruises of my life from doing that, STILL!
It took me a couple days to somewhat recover from that job, only to go to that concert that drained the life from me.
So now it's Friday. I'm tired. Really tired. I think I feel a cold coming on. When I wear myself done too much this happens. It's predictable, but I haven't been able to get the level of rest required to set myself straight.
Then it starts again tomorrow! The lawn. The yard. The basement. The turtles. Finishing up the fuel line. The car show. I pray that I can squeeze it all in with little wear and tear to myself. I don't need a summertime ailment.
At least the beer will be cold tonight. That always makes me feel better. :)
Last weekend I was thoroughly wiped out trying to help my brother-in-law with the fuel lines on his 91 Camaro. Previously he had switched the car from a 305 with fuel injection to a 383 stroker with a carb. The shop that did the job royally knotted up the factory fuel lines and even had a horribly bent steel tube running over the top of the engine to go to the fuel pump. Terrible, almost amateurish, work. And they were suggested by the engine builder! But that was all a couple years ago and Manny had enough with the clutter. Time to redo those lines. So with my trusty tube bender in hand, I crawled under the car with about 6 feet of steel line last Saturday. I would emerge from under the car completely covered in grease some 4 hours later. Some of the darker spots on me were grease stains with bruises underneath. That steal pipe was a project to bend due to the wide diameter, so, in order to bend it I had to lean the bending tool either on the ground, or my hip, or my chest. I have some of the hugest bruises of my life from doing that, STILL!
It took me a couple days to somewhat recover from that job, only to go to that concert that drained the life from me.
So now it's Friday. I'm tired. Really tired. I think I feel a cold coming on. When I wear myself done too much this happens. It's predictable, but I haven't been able to get the level of rest required to set myself straight.
Then it starts again tomorrow! The lawn. The yard. The basement. The turtles. Finishing up the fuel line. The car show. I pray that I can squeeze it all in with little wear and tear to myself. I don't need a summertime ailment.
At least the beer will be cold tonight. That always makes me feel better. :)
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