As a college student, living away from home, its been tough for me to find time for what used to be everything I lived for. Once upon a time I would wake up at the crack of 9 to start working on my car. All day, no breaks. No food, no rest, nothing but completing the project would matter. I would toil away on my beloved machine until the sun began to go down and only then would I rest.
With school and all the other commitments that come with getting older, I've had less and less time to tinker. But alas... this last week was spring break. I finally got to spend an entire day (albeit in the rain..) working on my Mustang. It wasn't all fun and games mind you, I unfortunately got into an accident a few weeks ago, and I've been carless since. I had no time to fix the car during the schoolweek, but I finally got the chance.
It felt good to make short work of that snapped tie rod. and begin putting the body back together. I admit, the poor car is going to have to stay beat up for a little while, as I cant afford the more expensive aspects of the bodywork, but hey, at least its going to be back on the road. Progress was temporarily halted while I wait for new tires to come in. Two of the wheels had dismounted tires from the crash, and theres no way to go get the car realigned til those come in.
At the end of the day I got to finally do what I could never do back in high school. I sat down with my good friend MGD and my car, and relaxed for the first time all day.
Its so easy to forget the value of a single beer these days. Parties rage for days at times and no one stops to remember that the little bottle of brewed perfection is more than just a ticket to a schwasted sinfest with your "associates". It's a treat. It's a reward. It's a reminder that you spent all day doing backbreaking labor to fix something you could have paid alot of money for someone else to do. But you did it yourself. Why?
Because you love it. And at the end of the day, why else do we do anything.