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Chronology of an obsession
May. 12th, 2010 11:47 pmWelcome to my brain, the following is a recap of the last 2-3 weeks...
I ponder how it would be really useful to have a old pickup truck.
I think how neat it would be to bomb around in one, and have something that I can get dirty or fill with junk or whatever without care.
I realize I already have two cars, one of which friends are generously storing for me since I don't have room for it.
I think how I'm planning to move to another state, and already need to find someplace to live with room for four cars, so five is downright insane.
I sigh wistfully.
I poke around craigslist looking at cheap old trucks. Because hey, it isn't like I have anything better to do.
I come across this 1960 Ford pickup in Philly. I read about the manual transmission, and the work it has had. I look at the pics and sigh about how cool it would be to own a former service truck, complete with the old push bumper still on it. I ponder if the old Sunoco logos are still there under the cheap white paint.
I look at the insanely low $500 price for a running, driving classic pickup.
I read about the need for a kingpin repair, and how it has been off the road for a while.
I tell myself I don't need to get into a project like that when I don't even have a garage to work on it in.
I price out the kingpin repair kit ($45).
I make a mental list of things that would need to be checked to drive it back from philly.
I tell myself how dumb it would be to try and find a place to store it, or to spend the money when I don't even have a job.
I research shops in the philly area to have the kingpin fixed.
I tell myself I have a classic car that is just sitting right now for lack of space to fix it.
I remind myself what happened the last time I bought a car in philly.
I check travel time between where I will be in NJ this weekend and philly.
Typing this up isn't helping either, my brain is working on additional rationalizations as I sit here. My brain is an obsessive place to live sometimes.
I ponder how it would be really useful to have a old pickup truck.
I think how neat it would be to bomb around in one, and have something that I can get dirty or fill with junk or whatever without care.
I realize I already have two cars, one of which friends are generously storing for me since I don't have room for it.
I think how I'm planning to move to another state, and already need to find someplace to live with room for four cars, so five is downright insane.
I sigh wistfully.
I poke around craigslist looking at cheap old trucks. Because hey, it isn't like I have anything better to do.
I come across this 1960 Ford pickup in Philly. I read about the manual transmission, and the work it has had. I look at the pics and sigh about how cool it would be to own a former service truck, complete with the old push bumper still on it. I ponder if the old Sunoco logos are still there under the cheap white paint.
I look at the insanely low $500 price for a running, driving classic pickup.
I read about the need for a kingpin repair, and how it has been off the road for a while.
I tell myself I don't need to get into a project like that when I don't even have a garage to work on it in.
I price out the kingpin repair kit ($45).
I make a mental list of things that would need to be checked to drive it back from philly.
I tell myself how dumb it would be to try and find a place to store it, or to spend the money when I don't even have a job.
I research shops in the philly area to have the kingpin fixed.
I tell myself I have a classic car that is just sitting right now for lack of space to fix it.
I remind myself what happened the last time I bought a car in philly.
I check travel time between where I will be in NJ this weekend and philly.
Typing this up isn't helping either, my brain is working on additional rationalizations as I sit here. My brain is an obsessive place to live sometimes.
