re: I need encouragement!! -Reply

[wcollins@sbnsw.com.au]

RJ Latherow <ZMRKTG07@AMERICAII.COM> Wrote:
| 
| I feel for you.  It really is difficult sometimes-  I am 
| in a very similarpredicament myself.  I have a 71 square 
| that hasn't run in forever, andsometimes its impossible to 
| justify laying on the cold ground, avoid thegoats, 
| crawling under the dirty, moldy, rusty car, and ripping 
| out a fuelpump and putting it back in for the 20th time 
| when there is a beautiful, soft,warm girl all lonely 
| inside (how many people does it take to change a 
| fuelpump?). What keeps me going is this:  I fixed the 
| headlights and the radio first thing.  some nights, I just 
| get a beer, and go sit in the car, sip the beer, and 
| letthe spirit off the car seep in a little.  Sure, 
| sometimes I get chased out bysome monstrous cockroach, but 
| usually I manage to touch something.  Iplay with the 
| hazard lights.  I turn the high beams on and off.  It just 
| letsme know its alive in there, somewhere, and gosh darn 
| it its gonna pullthrough.  Its like your friends in a coma 
| but you can listen to the little heartmonitor and be 
| reassured.  Find the life, that's my advice.  Savor it.  
| Therest you can overlook.   It may be early, but a name 
| might be in order.  Anything theanthropromorphise (take 
| THAT, spell checker!)  it to its rightful place byman's 
| sideOf course, I sound like a pseudo-mystical freak right 
| now.  But its true. Ask anyone.  They'll back me 
| up.-rjhttp://www.americaii.com/tango/demos/test/pictures/s
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What's True?  The pseudo-mystical freak bit or your excess emotion for your 
vehicle?

I have to agree though.  Recently, I moved into my own home and I'd not seen 
Joanne for about two months.  It was great to hear her roar again and even 
better to be able to drive her the short distance off the trailer and into the 
shed.

But RJ is right.  Before I met Joanne, I used to sit in Chip and just fiddle 
and absorb the atmosphere and think about where he may or may not have been 
and where we'd been together.  Headlights would go on, open the boot and look 
over the engine, fill the windscreen washer bottle,  play with the gearstick 
in all gears, turn on the fan, etc. etc. etc.  Its just the feeling of being 
there, the smell of the upholstery, the sight of such a marvelously designed 
automobile. 

Now as for the beautiful, soft, warm girl all lonely inside, she doesn't 
exist.  Maybe that's what's wrong?  Can you still get them in a six pack down 
at the corner store?

Regards,

Wayne
'72 Notch (Chip - Hanging five in Dad's Shed)
'73 Square (Joanne - About to start restoring)
'83 Sigma (Emma - My daily driving doll)