It's not home yet, guys waiting for the check to clear like I always do. I don't know how active I'll be next week as I'm getting a herniated disc fixed this coming Thursday, what fun, but my foot is still a bit weak and this will relieve pressure on the nerve. It's awful when you get old enough to have to start talking about your ills. I'll get some pics in a week ot two. Just pissed that we are having a record mild winter, one I should be out riding my road bike every day like my buddies are but I can't because of this crap. I'll never keep up with them this summer.
I remember once after getting out of prison after four months I had some money saved up. I wanted to buy and MGB, guy wanted extra money because it had a $600 stereo in it...I told I wasn't buying a stereo I was buying a car. We couldn't settle on a price so I went out and bought a couple of 8 balls and snorted it all up in a few days. And used the rest to buy parts for my Harley.
Yep...them was the good old days...before I met Mary and she straightened me out.
I guess if I had to have an old Brit car, I'd need a TR4. My buddy had one and used to scare the living shit out of me in it. Of course, he was always drunk. If I could afford one, I'd get an XKE roadster, but they're really going for big bucks now. Besides, I got enough projects.
The operation went well. When I woke up it was my chest that was hurting me, not so much my back. I asked a the op' nurse why that was and she told me that I had been so wrecked on my left side that they had trouble getting me on that weird arched table they use when they cut you open, said they had to lower the left side of the table. Of course, she wanted to know why I was so messed up on my left side. I told her that's the side that gets messed up when I crash, for some reason.