Post by scotts on Oct 29, 2008 1:05:54 GMT -6
I have bits and pieces of info scattered all over - but to start , I wrote this wne I first started working on the 1969 Monza I picked up on impulse.
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Sometimes little things have a big impact.
Out running a Sunday afternoon errand, I come home with a 1969 Corvair Monza. It's not my fault, unloved mechanical misfits find me like old ladies find cats. They just know they will find a warm reception.
So began my descent into Corvairness, one small step onto the slippery slope. It of course had to be a car that didn't run, requiring me to acquire all sorts of new information, tools , time and understanding. Two steps forward and one step back, it seems, I am constantly amazed and humbled by this vehicle, as I wrestle with 35 year old ghosts.
As most of my mechanical adventures are usually, in hindsight, amusing, I though at least for my own entertainment I would keep a record of my successes and failures, and my thoughts at the time.
I am also becoming aware that this genie I have let out of the bottle will most likely not confine itself to the garage- I don't think it will be satisfied until it leaves an imprint on all facets of our household. Like the stray cat that takes over the house, the little yellow car is spreading, in pieces , all over my property. There are pieces of it in just about every room of the house, my office, and the workshop. My computer hard drive is filling with pictures of Corvairs. Vacation plans are scheduled around Corvair events. My beloved motorcycles eye the Corvair nervously as they gather dust. My new friends, Corvair friends, don't see anything odd about this.
Eventually, neither will I.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sometimes little things have a big impact.
Out running a Sunday afternoon errand, I come home with a 1969 Corvair Monza. It's not my fault, unloved mechanical misfits find me like old ladies find cats. They just know they will find a warm reception.
So began my descent into Corvairness, one small step onto the slippery slope. It of course had to be a car that didn't run, requiring me to acquire all sorts of new information, tools , time and understanding. Two steps forward and one step back, it seems, I am constantly amazed and humbled by this vehicle, as I wrestle with 35 year old ghosts.
As most of my mechanical adventures are usually, in hindsight, amusing, I though at least for my own entertainment I would keep a record of my successes and failures, and my thoughts at the time.
I am also becoming aware that this genie I have let out of the bottle will most likely not confine itself to the garage- I don't think it will be satisfied until it leaves an imprint on all facets of our household. Like the stray cat that takes over the house, the little yellow car is spreading, in pieces , all over my property. There are pieces of it in just about every room of the house, my office, and the workshop. My computer hard drive is filling with pictures of Corvairs. Vacation plans are scheduled around Corvair events. My beloved motorcycles eye the Corvair nervously as they gather dust. My new friends, Corvair friends, don't see anything odd about this.
Eventually, neither will I.
