After market afficionados
Quiet morning, with some good coffee, a sleeping dog, the laptop and the TV remote. Time to go and see how the rest of the world (sic) lives. Or, at least, those who get specialty programming on a weekend morning.
First up, some Grand Prix racing. Given the sterile nature of the tracks, the cars, the people… might as well watch a video game. With the right frame rate, there’s not much difference. Do the drivers realize that they are going around and around in a convoluted oval? Why is there no penalty for crossing over the white lines on the pavement. I guess it’s not much different where I live.
Jump to the channel where people get their trucks fixed. Not broken trucks, mind you. There seems to be a thriving after market for new transmission seals. Not one to take my car apart in the driveway, I’ve not had any occasion to see “inside” the various components of a typical vehicle. Lots of pieces inside a L60E transmission; putting things back in the right order seems to be very important. Akin to fixing an alarm clock (old mechanical type). Not having a stellar record at clock reassembly, I’m going to leave the car alone.
I also realize that I can’t afford a muscle car. Particularly any one that has been lying around in the lower 40 for the last 40. Too much money in after market parts (just like transmissions). There are people who earn a (comfortable) living putting together the dreams of middle aged men – Ford Mustang dreams, as a quick example). For now, I’ll continue to depend on my $700K limo, driven by the transit corp.
