As many of my co-workers will attest I've been known to do my fair share of whining and complaining. The vast majority of it has to do with how busy I am and how little free time I've got (like anyone else in the editorial department has any more of it than I). This general lack of free time is pretty much the nature of the magazine beast, deadlines forever looming, countless meetings, lots of travel and all, but I'd be remiss to blame it on my choice of employment alone. I do have to admit the lions share of my situation is definitely self-inflicted. It's just that I have this insatiable compulsion to start new projects before I've finished the ones already underway.
There are times when this is a good thing. There are many more when it's not. Not too long ago I walked out the front door and took stock of the iron sitting idly in my driveway. Three cars and two pickups, all of which were in running condition, none of which were totally finished. Add to that what's safely ensconced in the garage and its no wonder I could never get around to all those household chores on the old honey-do list. It's a wonder my neighbors hadn't run me out of the neighborhood on a rail, and my wife hadn't run off with the handyman (hey, somebody had to handle all those household repairs).
Adding insult to injury was the fact that I'd opened my big mouth in a previous (very previous) issue about the '62 F-250 Unibody that I was going to get started on. I belched out all my grandiose plans to thousands of readers with nary a thought as to how the heck I was gonna find the time (and no less, the hard cold cash) to invest in it. Well, as they say, hindsight is 20-20, and after about 400 e-mails from readers anxious to begin seeing the project evolve in the pages of CT, I made the decision to find good homes for the vast majority of my pipe dream projects. Especially the Unibody.
That's right folks the Unibody and I parted company a short time ago so you won't be seeing me bust my knuckles through issue after issue. But, you will be seeing fellow editorial staffer Chris Shelton (an associate editor on our sister publication Street Rodder) bust his!
Yep, though the pickup's out of my hands, it's still in the family, so to speak, and you will be seeing it progress from the rusty hulk it is, into the cool cruiser its still destined to become! As I sit here writing this editorial, the Unibody is safely tucked away in the cozy confines of Industrial Chassis' shop in Phoenix, Arizona, and it's been stripped and the work has been progressing steadily. From what I understand from Chris, the chassis has been taken down to bare rails and the I. C. Dakota front crossmember kit installed. If Chris holds up his end of the bargain we should see the first segment of the rodstoration in the next issue (boy, that sounds kinda familiar)
Anyway, I'm gonna quit my snivelin', look at my nice empty driveway, and finish what I've got in the garage before tackling my next project . . .
What's that honey? There's a leak where? Sure, no problem, I've got time to check it out . . . RIZ