excelguru
February 21st, 2004, 01:06 PM
Man, let me tell ya... Friday morning was a bi*ch. There's just no nice way to put it. Woke up late. No time for breakfast. Couldn't get away from the phone long enough to run downstairs to the cafeteria for a plate of eggs. At one point, my desk phone literally didn't stop ringing for an hour and a half. No joke. I couldn't find time to work on "the big important project" because of all the little fires that kept poping up. Man, what a morning.
I finally left the desk for lunch (an hour late) and found the outside temps to be in the 60's. Hmm.. I needed a break. I needed to unwind. I needed some sidepipes.
So I hopped in the F-350 (I call it the Enterprise) and flew all the way back home... ran in the house... grabbed a fast snack... pushed the car out... checked the fluids... removed three months of dust... strapped myself in and back to work I went.
Oh, what a difference.
After about nine miles of "warm-me-up-slowly-because-I-haven't-been-driven-in-3-months speed", I finally arrived at the wonderful S-curve called the Hwy 601 to I-20 entrance ramp. What a wonderful curve. I merged with, overtook, and flat-out DUSTED the I-20 traffic. Soon I was all alone on a nice straight stretch of asphault. I pulled off the cap for fear of losing it and the wind quickly blew my hair into oblivion.
"Who gives a damn," I thought, "I'll just wear the cap all afternoon." Ah yes, the afternoon... so much easier to deal with knowing that I'll be listening to the Sidepipe Orchestra on the way home.
And nobody said a thing to me about wearing a cap.
Keith :)
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I finally left the desk for lunch (an hour late) and found the outside temps to be in the 60's. Hmm.. I needed a break. I needed to unwind. I needed some sidepipes.
So I hopped in the F-350 (I call it the Enterprise) and flew all the way back home... ran in the house... grabbed a fast snack... pushed the car out... checked the fluids... removed three months of dust... strapped myself in and back to work I went.
Oh, what a difference.
After about nine miles of "warm-me-up-slowly-because-I-haven't-been-driven-in-3-months speed", I finally arrived at the wonderful S-curve called the Hwy 601 to I-20 entrance ramp. What a wonderful curve. I merged with, overtook, and flat-out DUSTED the I-20 traffic. Soon I was all alone on a nice straight stretch of asphault. I pulled off the cap for fear of losing it and the wind quickly blew my hair into oblivion.
"Who gives a damn," I thought, "I'll just wear the cap all afternoon." Ah yes, the afternoon... so much easier to deal with knowing that I'll be listening to the Sidepipe Orchestra on the way home.
And nobody said a thing to me about wearing a cap.
Keith :)
Unique Motorcars (http://www.uniquecobrareplicas.com)
Southern Automotive (http://www.southernautomotiveengines.com)
Bruce Bunn (the painter) (http://www.jodecoautobody.com)
My Photo Album (http://members5.clubphoto.com/keith355593/owner-429c-1.phtml)