Mort's Shorts

The thrash. The press. The last few days before the deadline by which to finish the car and officially say…......... “Fini”.

It’s ready. Fire that mutha up.

Can you say ‘procrastinate’? We all can .............and do, and all the best laid plans could be peein’ in the wind because it will never, ever, not in the least chance….be done on time….. if you are left to your own devices.

Tom Branch just finished a sedan for Dianna. Goal was Paso. We don’t know how long in advance this experienced fabber/builder/assembler had planned the gig…but he and his pals were on it 24/7 for the last 5 days before leaving. Now, there may be this little thing in you that wants it to go this way, else, how could you have the celebratory toasts to accomplishing the impossible? How could you thank the team if they hadn’t helped? If it looked too easy it would be like braggin’. (and we know what kind of rodders do that, now, don’t we?)

All this mess is cuz of B.O.

Huh?

Yeah, Man, B.O.: Bein’ Optomistic!

You never figure all the hours and minutes it’s gonna take, the extra trip to the parts store for one more frickin’ stick of tubing, the hundreds of ‘oh, shits’.

So you have to call your pals, hoping that they will give it their all for your proposed glory. “Hey, Man, I got this problem that I can’t make it to________________with the new ride if I don’t get everything done and fire it by Thursday night”

From what we’ve seen, everybody does show up.

They drop everything, put on shop clothes, make excuses to family, grab the torque wrench and…....... andale!