I successfully bought a race car, you guys. It’s literally the worst, but it’s LITERALLY THE BEST.

Then it is simply not meant to be clamped. 

Right, so I went to look at this car yesterday afternoon on my way home from antiquing with the wife. If I’m going to go antiquing, I’m at least going to look at a race car on my way home, but I digress.

That’s right. If the lowest form of race car is a LeMons car, then surely the second lowest form is a sport four circle track car. And that’s what I’m going to see tomorrow.

A while ago on here, I was debating about what to do about my old job because I didn’t know what was going on with my probable new job. Well, I’ve been doing the new job for two weeks now and I LOVE it, so here’s my new work vehicle:

Today I was offered a new job, which is good. I’m currently a school bus driver and its July, which means I’m unemployed. The new job is driving one of these bad Larrys:

I received my billet aluminum socket trays from Westling Machine today, and they’ve organized up my box something fierce. Metric on the left, standard on the right...only sockets I didn’t have room for were 1 5/16 standard and 29-32 metric. I might order a blank tray from them for the big guys, but they’ll be used…

A few months ago, facing a minor financial crisis, I had to sell my Strat. It wasn’t an expensive one, but it was extremely cool: a black early 90s made in Mexico Squier with a maple neck, I had installed an LSR roller nut, vintage tuners, and a pickguard loaded with Pribora pickups that I had hand wired myself. I…

I went from having no 1/2 inch drive sockets to ALL OF THEM.

The car that I bought some Hoosier asphalt slicks for is gone, and the truck I was going to put them on got sold out from under me, so I sold the tires. And for the same, putridly low price I bought this putridly crappy motorcycle.

That’s an ‘84 Dodge Shelby Charger, which isn’t the year you want because it’s the last non-turbo year. But you know what’s under that cover on the left?

The truck I was supposed to buy today was sold out from under me yesterday. I think the thing I’m most annoyed by is that I can’t really be annoyed about it. Let me explain.

Okay, I briefly mentioned that I no longer have a Monte Carlo in my last blog. Long story short, the back half of the car was a WAY BIGGER mess than I thought or was prepared to deal with. Shame, because it ran mint, but I got my money back so whatever. Now, because apparently I’m on a black Chevy thing, here’s what…

Well, there it is. The last picture ever of my garage still kinda being a garage.

I decided, between bus routes, that I would bring the Monte Carlo out front and measure up the backspacing I’ll need for my wheels.

The rest of my tires arrived, and if you’ve seen a cooler stack of tires for $200 I’d sure like to see it.

For some reason I got it in my head yesterday that I should buy a lawn mower, so I figured I’d look for one that I used to have: a Kubota W5019. But I actually did two better and found a W5021!

So I’m gonna fix it by adding some thiccccc.

We’ve got one kid. Having one kid didn’t really effect me or my space much. Come November, however, I will have two kids and that changes quite a bit.

Any time I’ve ever had a car, making it go fast has always been job one. Make it go fast, then make it look cool if there’s any money left. But in regards to my Monte Carlo, I’m about to become an enormous poseur.