OK, see if any of this sounds familiar: I have a racecar in the garage. Well, let me clarify that, I have six crates of parts in my garage. After, I’m ashamed to say, years of business, house remodeling, family commitments, and general inertia, I’ve finally started working on my racecar again… Sadly, it couldn’t have felt more foreign.
The impetus for this sudden burst of mechanical enthusiasm was the phone call that, after a couple of years imprisonment at a friend’s shop (being essentially “re-bodied”), my car was being painted and, therefore, would be coming home soon. Hurray! Now what? Hmmm, guess I better start sifting through all those boxes.
