Trial and errors

Dan and Kaleb signing the trunk

Tony looking lost as usual

Tony, James and me

Me before high school graduation

 

Well, the engine swap went better than expected. After about a month of tampering the car was out on the road and I was showing it off. I was gearing up to write a blog about how well it was going until a small metallic sound popped up. At first I didn't think much of it until it got worse. It was loud, internal, and low. My worst fears had come true. I took the car to Gerry and I took it to John and the verdict was the motor had to come out. I was crushed but since the noise was so bad I wasn't surprised. So today my father, Gerry, Dennis, and tony took the motor out. Well, Tony just sang the Rolling Stones and mumbled but that was no matter. I can't tell you how much it sucked to take the motor out again. We started at Seven thirty and we were done by three. The engine is going to get rebuilt again and hopefully be back in the in a couple of weeks. Which is good because it was leaking out of the heads and the intake. I will take responsibility for the leaks but not the knocking. Truthfully, that was no one's fault. Since the motor relies on splash lubrication it is probable that a wristpin didn't get lubricated and wrecked itself. Mind you, this is just bad luck but it still really bums me out.  It is truly hard to describe the emotions that come with this. When the car was working well it was a beast. I never drove it hard but it had instant power. It was a wolf in sheepskin and it was truly what I wanted.  I was told by people who have a lot more miles under their belt than me to not kill myself. I just graduated high school and I was hoping for an easy summer where I could enjoy my car. However, obviously, that wasn't in the cards. I take a lot of pride in that car and seeing it apart again hurt. Bad. Looking back, I just don't know if this whole thing was worth it. I guess, you can't learn unless you do it yourself. However, I have such a support network around me I really can't fail. I am still just stumbling around trying to find my ass with both hands. Some of the problems on this car are so complicated I don't even know where to start. I appreciate all of the help that I get with the thing but I feel bad. I fear that the car is becoming a thorn in other peoples sides. You see, I can deal with it when it's together and working. I can do screwdriver projects but when it comes to super complicated stuff I get lost. I like to think I know what I'm doing but  I don't. Sometimes I just try to write the ad for the thing in my head but I can't bring myself to sell it. For one thing, it is worthless to other people and I still like it. I just wish that it worked. I like working on it but now I just wish I could drive it. Sometimes, I just wish it was gone but I can't imagine a life without it. That stupid Monte Carlo is me now. I have too much blood in it now. It is worthless to anybody but me. I fought for that car. I had plenty of help but in the end my cut up hands are writing this piece. In the end my hands got the money for most of the car. In the end my hands will turn that wheel and drive that hunk of metal off into the sun and nobody can say that I didn't fight for it. These hands worked hard for it. Yes, it wasn't a wise purchase but it is fun. I already lost the 76 and I'm not losing this one. So, I'll put that motor in and chase the future down and I'll fight for my stupid dreams. I have no doubt both will stumble and fall but maybe it all might work out okay. Maybe, just maybe, the second time's a charm and maybe some of my dreams might come true. All I know is that tomorrow is another day and the world will spin around just the same. Hopefully, the Monte Carlo isn't too far from being back on the road and chasing my dreams. I hope that actually happens, for both our sakes.