That blissful period of paging through catalogs and ordering stuff is over. Time to actually get to work. With the transmission still out of the car now is the time to get ready for the dashboard replacement. It is much easier to wiggle under all those wires without that hump in the floor. And all those wires! After the first looksee I simply crawled out and went to bed.
After weeks of excavation, today I was finally able to access the car. In the glove compartment I came across a campsite receipt from Bishop, CA, dated October 1994. I'd driven, with my bike propped between the luggage rack on the trunk and the roll bar, over the Sierras (with the top down) to that town to ride my first true 100-mile century.
Sitting in our garage for ten-plus years has been a cute red 1974 Triumph TR6. Sitting there because of the need for a transmission overhaul, that I knew would require me to dig up a couple of my coffee cans of money buried in the backyard. It has also been thought of as a retirement project. Now that I'm on the cusp of that state, my fancy has been captured by the idea of building a 14-foot strip-built rowing boat called a Cosine Wherry.