As many of my coworkers 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 lion’s share of my situation is definitely self-inflicted; 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. Two cars and two pickups (not counting me and my wife’s daily drivers), most of which are in running condition, none of which are totally finished. Add to that what’s safely ensconced in the garage, and it’s 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 hasn’t run off with the handyman (hey, somebody had to handle all those household repairs while I’m in the garage).
Anyway, lately I’ve altered my route home from the office. I’ve done this so I can drive by another possible pickup project I found sitting in a driveway in Norco, California (the next small town over from my house). It’s a ’54 F-100 cab and chassis that looks to be all stock and in pretty darned good shape. It’s taken every bit of willpower I have (which isn’t a lot) to not stop and see if its current owner would part with it—especially since it hasn’t moved an inch in the past year or so. That said, I’m going to do my best to concentrate on the ’57 instead of buying another project truck—at least that’s what I say to myself every time I pass by the F-100. Besides, my wife, Candy, would skin me alive if I came home with another project (that’s the other thing I tell myself every time I see that Ford). So for the time being you’ll be seeing me pay a bit more attention to the ’57 since I’m hoping it’ll help me forget about that ’54. In fact, I just ordered a complete air-ride setup and will be installing that within the next few weeks.
Here’s hoping that writing this editorial will help wipe the need for another project out of my system. But if you see an upcoming tech story installment starring a gray-primered ’54 Ford F-100 you’ll be the first to see that I really don’t have any willpower (or brains) to speak of ... CT