Monday, January 18, 2016

Stress Level: High

This having to move crap has got me stressed clear out of my gourd. I am literally going to have to give or throw away a couple thousand bucks worth of stuff right off the get go but without even remotely seeing any prospects yet, my focus right now is on getting that fucking Sprite going  so I don't haveto tow the sonofabitch wherever we wind up.
I got it to run a bit Saturday but it is flat out getting too much fuel pressure so I bit the bullet and ordered the correct fuel pump for it.

Getting the slave cylinder line hooked up for the clutch turned into a fucking nightmare and wound up taking almost 3 hours Saturday night.

It's right next to the frame rail and is actually at an angle pointing at about 25 degrees away from straight out so that it angles TOWARDS the frame rail about a half inch away from it.. I ended up jacking up the drive train and taking it off to get it started and then couldn't get the top bolt back in, had to grind it to a point and force it in with a wrench through a fucking hole in the kick panel inside where the passengers feet go.
Then I had to bleed the sonofabitch. On to the same with the brakes, fixing some electrical shit like brake lights and I still have to find a way to mount the wiper motor to get that shit hooked up.
The windshield isn't bolted in yet and the list goes on and on and on.


I am freaking out about how much time we have to actually find a place and then get all this crap over there but I can see multiple dump runs in my future and probably a storage unit until I can get the triage done.

The clock is ticking, the list of shit that needs to get done is approaching the Stratosphere and posting is going to get spotty. Also look for me to get increasingly cranky, as if that was possible.

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