Finally picked up 73....drove 3.5 hours up (redlining the bloody FORD out of the little blue oval uhaul), and about 5.5 hours back, 185 odd miles at 45 miles an hour...u do the math. Got home, then stayed up all nite moving out all the spare parts and....stuff that the guy have me with the car. Ignoring the fact that I lost a wheel on the trailer, and two hours trying to get outta my driveway onto a busy main intersection with said flat tire, the rest of the 73's trip to it's new home was uneventful. Then I spent the rest of sunday and monday moving, as I finally crashed sat nite. Just got done moving yesterday, so haven't had time to play with either vehicle yet. Had been considering selling the 80 in favor of turning the 73 into a real rod....but like all broke and lonely men, I think I'm gonna dream big and keep both (I can already hear howls of protest from the family...good thing I don't live with any of them) Got a cool little fiberglass hood with the 73...never installed. Still trying to decide whether to sell it or keep it....need $$$, but kik ass, and don't have another hood at the moment. What scares me most about having this hobby (besides the godawful prices you have to pay for stuff) is the fact that now that I'm getting into it (and it IS fun, most of the time), I find it hard to find anything else entertaining to do. This month I have played some video games....before that, I hadn't touched the old dreamcast or ps in months....Have some pc games I picked up months ago as well....haven't even opened the boxes....and I used to be such a game freak too. Don't really read anything anymore except for stuff that deals with cars, or with my next computer certification. It's scary, I tell ya. I dunno if I touched on it earlier, but having know nothing, good for nothing, moochin, freeloading ass 'carbuddys' (all of whom range from 2 -5 years younger than me) has been a frustrating experience as well. Besides the setback with the house, I was so desperate the week b4 last, that I was gonna rent a uhaul up in manhattan, drive up there to pick it up, and have a friend drive my truck while I drove the uhaul back down. Well, as I said, I was desperate, and I asked this chick who I had bought a coupla parts from if she wouldnt mind goin up with me, seeing as she lived directly on the way, and her old man could come too, if she wanted. I would pay gas and everything, just needed a body behind the wheel. Well, got a sure! on monday. So grateful, I am doing free tech support for this chick all week long to keep her p.o.s comcrap runnin. Oh, everythings fine till friday, tellin her about the car, chattin with her, asking about her old man, and offerin to help her with her car and everything (and I was sincere, dammit!) Friday comes, it's 10'o clock at nite, I'm goin thru final checklist with her, when she starts actin funny. Disinterested, wierd, as in when u take your wife or g/f to hooters or something. Hey, did u see that touchdown, honey? "yeah, wonderful". I'm feeling the vibes, but ignoring them, cause what else can I do? All of a sudden...."But I don't want to go" What? "I don't want to go" umm, do you realize it's 10 at nite, the nite b4 we're supposed to go? You DO realize, I've been working on this deal for the past month and a half? "yeah, but I don't want to go anymore, lol" Gentle readers, if you've read any of my other blogs, u will quickly realize that I don't have a very good temper. I get pissed easily, and I hold grudges...but that nite I was in top form. I didn't scream, yell or curse. I took a deep breath (I had really been expecting something like this...after all, there's a reason why this cock-teasing bitch doesn't have any other friends). I just took it in stride, and dealt with it. What else could I do?