The Work

The work begins....but not by me.  I have always been one who likes to delegate and this time it came in handy.   Cleaning out a truck that had been sitting in a cornfield for 30 years is really not my thing...you can only guess at what was found in all the little corners and crevices.  And then the body work and the paint job.  All of this could only be done by my cousin, who loves to complain, talk tough but work hard.  Hard he did.  Even though we missed all last summer's business because of his OCD and needing to make sure it was perfect, it arrived in my driveway off of the flatbed, from Wisconsin, in January 2013, in the middle of a cold, harsh New England winter.  And there it sat.  Except for the one time that I attempted to drive it and got significant whip lash and cramps in my left thigh-- it seemed like an impossible feat to actually drive the monster and yet this was what it was suppose to do.  Guess I would have to wait until spring and see what that would bring.