No photos at the minute, been a bit slack. The chair is finished mechanically, and the body work has begun. Al reshaped the drive wheel cover to hid the disk and stuff, so that and the repairs from Burt plowing into us at Hampton needed smoothed and finished nicely.
I started to lay some big on last night, when a mate came over to say hello. The look on his face when he saw it spoke volumes. He immediately took over and began undoing many years of bog on bog with a grinder and flapper disk. He's really good at that shit where we are clearly not. As he shaped the new rear fairing, he made me take the chair cover outside and cut off the 15mm thick (not an exaggeration) bog on that. Jimmy MacGlaughlan is his name, support that mo'fucker if yer ever watching the NZ V8 racing.
In other news, I emailed Greg about a dispensation to race Wanganui. He's sending it out for me, he has no issues letting us race. Good cunt.
Body work is depressing.
That is all.
It's common knowledge that I'm an egomaniac. Also, that I'm mental and get depressed. So to be faced with something that no matter how hard I try I simply cannot do, is fucken mind bending.
My whole life, I have been able to become passable at whatever I set my mind to. Not this time. No matter what I do I make it worse.
If our painter won't do it for us, I have no idea what I'm gonna do. That thought leaves me in a very dark place indeed.
Do a contra deal with a chum with something you can do, even if its mowing a panelbeaters lawn.
Im good at fuck all, but if I do that fuck all thing it is that I do well, I can pay people to do stuff for me.
I try not to do stuff im shit at, it just makes a mess & gives a headache.
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