I did not have Road Trip hot rod 454 and also there is a Cobra on my 2025 gmt400 bingo card but I am here for it.
Most days I am successful in shielding the 'endless teenager area of my mind' from public view.
(Sometimes I feel like the retirement age poster child for arrested development, motorhead style. :0)
Obviously finding a reground OEM cam on offer that will augment a cylinder head refresh flipped my bits
& caused my inner teenager to start an impromptu bench racing session in public last night.
After sleeping on it & now rereading what I wrote I am reminded of the following:
"Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt." :0)
Simply put, endless teenager Road Trip believes that I deserve to spend my retirement in a ride like this:
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Meanwhile, teathered to reality Road Trip realizes that this simply ain't gonna happen. Alas, I must admire this from a distance.
But thanks to a $3K price of admission (including fresh tires) I have the opportunity to take the Indigo Blue RCLB
seen in reply
#13 and brew up a low observable chore truck version of a 454 SS. (8-lugger Super Sleeper edition)
Given that my champagne taste always exceeds my plain seltzer budget, this seems like my best plan of attack.
And the more I think about it, the chore truck is actually a
better answer for my specific situation.
First and foremost, to be perfectly candid I would have a hard time encouraging my 3 grandsons to climb all over
that Black Beauty above. But I can
absolutely see them playing in and/or using the bed of the chore truck to get things
done -- just like I was taught to do as a kid growing up in the greater DFW area back in the late '60s.
And leading by example, teach them that you own the truck, instead of the truck owning you. And how it's better to figure
out how to enjoy getting some work done during the day with a chore truck, as opposed to suffering through a truckless workday
and having to wait until evening in order to enjoy a perfect truck while making a celebratory ice cream run.
I know that the above may seem like stating the obvious, but as I run my errands in the city, all I see is increasing amounts
of kids glued to their screens & taking a passive 2D trajectory through life. My hope is to persuade my grandsons that accomplishing
real things in the real world is 100x more rewarding than just screening their way through the day.
If I'm successful with this covert sales job...then I think in turn that they will also be more self-reliant, successful interacting with
others, and along the way get to enjoy the Sense of Accomplishment as well. Simple stuff maybe, but well worth passing on.
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Apologies for the philosophical rant. But I'm realizing more & more that making sure my grandsons remember me the same way
that I remember my Great Uncle Hank is both highly motivational & provides the positive tension I need to succeed.
Last but not least, I've attached a couple of photos from a friend's stalled project that you might be able to relate to.
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The bottom line is that it's all about keeping this meter as far to the right as humanly possible:
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