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Ok. So where's the GLORY?!!!
Finally got in the barn for a few nights and went about the thankless task of dismantling something that had been put together on an early assembly line over 75 years ago: fairly dry storage made the rust tenable. It only took about a gallon of panther piss, breaker bar, die grinder, drill motor......and veins bulging outa the fucking neck like an anaconda flexing in a gunnysack.
Now, we knew we could call this mentor or 'nother to discover the one mystery we encountered, but...then it might've been noted that somebody had to help us figger out the blah-blah...... and since that wouldn't look good, we'd rather confess here than have someone else do it for us at the coffee shop. We handled it up: maybe a few holes bigger than necessary, but we'll pay for that crime at the body shop.
We were immersed in the demolition and - inglorious as it was - rusty penetrant running down our arms, 200 year old wires dangling into our face, fingers hurting from having to hold square nuts that you couldn't get pliers or anything else on to - we kept fast-forwarding to the completed car. The vision wasn't decidedly in paint or primer yet...but it had a stance. It had a sound. And it had a ride. And it had a buddy in the right seat with a big ' Hey, ain't Bonnevlle great?' grin on his face. Yeah. We done dreamt-up a ride around the pits at B'ville while we were attacking that contrarian piece of feral obstinance, lying on our backs on a concrete floor with glasses fogged-up and the panther piss run all the way to the armpit.
College was wasted on this guy, no?
It felt noble; preserving something, all the while knowing that the hours spent there would not come back in the final sale price of the car. (Like you'd sell anything? Ed.)
Henry would take pleasure in the effort; better yet, Edsel might appreciate it. Although he was probably preoccupied with Lincolns and watching the Model A (finally) get tooled-up when this thing was being assembled. Hey, I'll bet we can find out what day it was assembled. We got the original title and the numbers ought to show up somewhere. Guess we have to call the mentors anyway.
Shucks. We was saving that for a big one.
So the project is advanced..........going to the blaster next to see what's gonna be left of it...and then to get the chassis set up and......DAMN! We wanna drive the thing..and show it around.....but where's the glory?
HA!
That's the point, Boys. The glory is in the shop. Simple as demolition is.......even in that, the glory is realized internally. We know how cool it was being there; how it was the most important thing to do at the time; how nothing else existed while we were doing it; how we were in it just about like all those galloots that we admire so much had been dozens of years ago.
Besides. If it mattered , the 19 of you know that we were there........that we did the deed...that'd be glory enough. If it mattered.
Just don't tell the guys from the Bigs that we got our outfit all dirty, K?
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