It wasn't my fault...honest

Hoofbeat Racer · Post by **Hoofbeat Racer** » October 16, 2006, 11:56 pm

Maybe it was the fresh snow coming down or maybe it was my freshly cleaned garage. Either way, I walked outside to make some room on my workbench and before I knew it, my hands slid inside my toolbox and grabbed a 3/8 ratchet. Next I found myself laying cardboard around the engine stand and heard myself saying, "Well maybe just the intake" Next thing I knew I was smelling that stale burned oil exhaust smell of used head bolts and before my eyes lay my stripped 385 block down to the rotating assembly.

I was only going into the garage for a minute...

These trucks really are addicting

I keep telling my wife I could have worse habits. Now I'll just have to finish, darn

Mark

reeses66ford · Post by **reeses66ford** » October 17, 2006, 5:47 am

thay do grab you! tell her not to go out there it will grab her to. mine will not let go some times i tell it now (shorty) i have to go then the next thing i know there i am. tell her its not just a guy thing im a girl and mine grabs me to

AngelW28 · Post by **AngelW28** » October 17, 2006, 8:44 am

Yep, They do that to ya!

jimbob1021 · Post by **jimbob1021** » October 17, 2006, 6:29 pm

the only thing's my wife want's to know is when are you coming in from the garage. or are you done yet the only thing she wants for me to spend all my spare time with her but dont tell her i said that

ABA · Post by **ABA** » October 17, 2006, 6:38 pm

My wife told me that getting that old truck was the best thing I have done for myself in quite sometime.

Meaning that it got me out of the house and off that damn computer.

Must say I do agree with her.

mikecarson · Post by **mikecarson** » October 17, 2006, 7:23 pm

AND, the wife knows where I'm at!

ICEMAN6166 · Post by **ICEMAN6166** » October 18, 2006, 2:13 am

"he's out of my hair"
is the usual comment by Mrs.Iceman in relation to my trucks and garage
of course she has her own slick too so its not a big deal.

Johnny Canuck · Post by **Johnny Canuck** » October 18, 2006, 8:56 am

Here are a typical set of events related to my Saturday working on a Slick:

1) Morning: I ask the family if anyone needs a ride to anywhere, or wants me to do something that requires my urgent attention. Answer comes back, No, Have fun! Work on your truck.

2) Spend 45 minutes looking for crucial tool which has been absconded by my family, in the cause of skateboard repair, or criticial use as a door stop in my daughters closet.

3) Receive telephone call, 40 minutes of my mother telling me what my uncles and aunts have done for the last 30 years. They all live less than 10 minutes away.

4) Mormon missionaries drop by for a visit. This happens so often, I have it down to a fine science. They are gone with their tails between their legs in 60 seconds, a clear idea of how welcome they are on my property ringing in their ears.. I fume for at least 35 minutes.

5) 1:00 pm now, decide to crack a beer from the garage beer fridge to calm down from my regular, highly annoying visitors. Spend 20 minutes looking in the house for bottle opener, finally decide to go back to garage and open it with pliers. Once that is done, I see opener sitting on top of garage beer fridge.

6)Crawl under truck finally have essential tools and motivation to do the job. Turn one thread and...

7) Wife says dinner's ready. Well it's almost ready, I come in the house and spend 20 minutes waiting for the rice to cook. Sit down and finish eating dinner, enhanced with a play by play from the wife, of all the home flipping and improvement shows she has seen on TLC so far today. For the fifth time.

8 )3: 30 PM Highly motivated to get going now. Back under the truck. Turn one more thread and...

9) Daughter comes out to tell me she has a play tonight, needs to be there 30 minutes early, (which is right now,) and she told me all about it last February, why am I asking why she didn't tell me. We are supposed to attend the play. It's only 2 hours long.

10) Return after play. Change, go back to garage. Discover I need some 10 cent part for which I need to drive across town. Arrive as the store is closing in 5 minutes and has a line up 30 people long at the till.. Home and back under the truck when..

11) Phone rings. 40 minutes of my mother telling me what my uncles and aunts have done for the last 30 years. They all still live less than 10 minutes away.

12) Back to work, crawl under truck. Wife comes out to ask if we are gonna watch the movie we rented or if I can take it back, as it is now overdue at the video store.

13) Check the time. 11:00 PM. Decide to nuke some popcorn, have a beer, and watch the movie with my wife, there's always tomorrow. Spend 20 minutes in the house looking for a bottle opener....

Clearcreekcustom66 · November 3, 2006, 12:45 pm

My girlfriend wont leave me alone about my 66. All ways pestering me about working on it. Its always hows the truck. lets go work on it tonight. let me tell you she holds her own in the shop too. So you all are right they will get pulled in to it, too. Jason

six-two · Post by **six-two** » November 3, 2006, 11:28 pm

man I can relate to that!!!

ripsnorter · Post by **ripsnorter** » November 13, 2006, 2:45 pm

I'm refusing to be drawn in. Honest I am.

It sits out there grinning at me.

I live in a 37+ foot trailer, in the wet season of the Pacific Northwest, (basically September through July) and I'm just getting ready to build my shop, then my house.

It still sits out there grinning at me.

I keep telling it that I dont have a shop yet to work on it in, and I keep begging it to believe me. Yet I still spend an hour or so each evening going through reproduction catalogs and digging through my other trucks for just the right donor.

Someone please get it to stop grinning at me.

BigTim · Post by **BigTim** » November 13, 2006, 4:08 pm

Johnny Canuck wrote: 4) Mormon missionaries drop by for a visit. This happens so often, I have it down to a fine science. They are gone with their tails between their legs in 60 seconds, a clear idea of how welcome they are on my property ringing in their ears.. I fume for at least 35 minutes.

Some in depth coverage of this would be appreciated.

Post by **Greg D** » November 15, 2006, 8:04 am

I have had the same "problem" (?), the other evening I walked out to the garage to just have a smoke and by the time I went back into the house my cab had 3 less dings in it. Last night Rose and I were out there for the same thing and ended up spending a half an hour sorting out the paint job for the truck, lol. It's gonna have a really cool two tone like I have never seen on a Slick. Gonna work real well with the step box too. Now for the next ?, shave the drip rail?

Johnny Canuck · Post by **Johnny Canuck** » November 15, 2006, 10:58 am

BigTim wrote:Some in depth coverage of this would be appreciated.

Hey Tim you live in Texas. Pretend they are looters.

Kidding.. kidding

ICEMAN6166 · Post by **ICEMAN6166** » November 15, 2006, 2:05 pm

ripsnorter wrote:I'm refusing to be drawn in. Honest I am.

It sits out there grinning at me.

I live in a 37+ foot trailer, in the wet season of the Pacific Northwest, (basically September through July) and I'm just getting ready to build my shop, then my house.

It still sits out there grinning at me.

I keep telling it that I dont have a shop yet to work on it in, and I keep begging it to believe me. Yet I still spend an hour or so each evening going through reproduction catalogs and digging through my other trucks for just the right donor.

Someone please get it to stop grinning at me.

i am building my house, shop and trucks all at the same time, and they are all grinning all the time.one calling my name when i am working on the other.
almost 9 years worth on the house, 7 on the shop and near 6 on the trucks. we thumbed thru a sacramento vintage catalog over dinner last night, then i went out to the shop to do some organising, next thing the phone is ringing and its 3 hours later, wife saying its getting late and near bedtime.

It wasn't my fault...honest

It wasn't my fault...honest

typical day off