Some times I have to make myself stop and smell the coffee.
I have a friend that works at the local Ford dealership. I've known him for a few years and I try and stop by to see him when I can. Like today; I could have made an excuse to not go by: its out of the way, I have a headache, I have too much to do...all of which are true.
But every time I go over there I get a lift. His sense of humor is fun (today he had made "baby feet" in the dust on the hood of a Town Car) and I'll generally spend an hour chatting with him while he works. And he is forever either restoring a car or looking for one to restore. So today we discussed a '65 Comet that he is hot on the trail of. And as usual I laughed, stayed longer than I intended and enjoyed his company.
Sometimes you need that: spring weather, a little break away, a few minutes of fun, some baby feet on a hood and talk of a car that you or a buddy may or may not buy to make you realize that life is good.
I was having a rough week. We all do. Even in the blissful Nirvana that is Autorestomod, I had figuratively been in the boat that was caught miles off sore when a storm broke. Nothing serious, just the typical doodaa that happens in video production.
So Saturday I took a break from the normal filming hubbub and went to my favorite yard to pick up, of all things, a courtesy light harness--the price you pay for buying a basket case 1967 Mustang Fastback.
What I noticed was that while there finding the needful things, I was also decompressing. Enjoying the scenery--I know--odd. and musing over how cool it was that such a place existed for me to go to and hunt parts. Some folks don't have that luxury.
To me there is nothing better than bopping around in a old line yard on the cusp of spring and finding both the part and some peace.
The other day I was in Home Depot and I struck up a conversation with the young check clerk. he wanted to know what Autorestomod was all about (I was in one of our shirts). To which I gave the standard 30-second sound bite about us working on classic cars.
"So you guys do stuff like '90s Monte Carlo and Cutlasses?" he asked with feigned interest.
Chuckling I shook my head and said, "No, we focus on stuff from the '60s, like Mustangs and Camaros."
He smiled slightly and said, "Cool so the really old stuff."
I nodded, smiled back and bid a fair adieu and sauntered out to the Vic feeling really old. At least he didn't say that they didn't build Mustangs before 1979. And yes, someone has actually uttered that to a member of the crew once. But that is a story for another time...
Last week we had the first GM to ever cross the doors of the Ford garage. Now I am no car snob, I can appreciate anything with a gas burning engine and some soul but I have to admit to being a Ford guy deep down. With my last name being what it is I will blame it on heritage.
But that Camaro was...wow.
So I felt a little guilty about liking it so much. You know, kinda like you feel when you are standing in the checkout with your wife and get caught looking at Cosmo magazine covers. OK maybe that one is just me...