respect, dusty take a deep breath and keep going. I know about building an e-body with no funds... it takes triple the hours ,triple the time and triple headaches but one day you will hit the road and smile.....
Aye, and thanks man. It wouldn't be so bad but this car had the funds, had the support and it all started when my wife got sick. My father had committed to having it restored because I lost an Olds Rallye 350 in a fire at his house a long time ago.... In short he prodded me to buy this car and send it to a guy in Huntsville.... Okay dad.. Cool.
We buy the car and it sits for a year then I take it apart. Dad is 1000% behind me. He has the money. I don't.
We send it to Huntsville and the restoration begins and god bless him he paid some money for what was done. I dig that. I understand that. I didn't ask for that.
Then my wife's father got really sick and my wife didn't handle it well and Dad bought a new Corvette and wanted me to go to Huntsville for an exhaust to get installed on it. I just... couldn't.
I knew my wife was acting weird and I couldn't tell him but just had to rely on the .. I can't dad.
He called me that night, wanting to like tomorrow and my wife was acting weird and I was starting the long descent into worry about her state of mind.
He yelled. He cussed. He wanted me to follow him down there and bring the factory 'vette exhaust back and I'd walk through hell for dad but I went through hell for my wife and kids, and he yelled.
And yelled.
and yelled.
and then said :"I'm not going to help you at all with car."
Okay Dad. How apropos.
Thanks for believing in me.
I had a 2010 Challenger as well. I sold it for my wife. I was trying everything to make her well. She wasn't herself. She was on some shrinks Rx and was slowly going effin' nuts.
Then a scant year later my wife was admitted to an institution because her meds were ALL wrong. But I stuck with her because I knew it wasn't her.
It was messed up y'all.
So my dad forsaked my car because of his anger. My wife went nuts because of the wrong meds and Steroid induced pschychosis on top of that.
What an effin joy.
She's back though. Better than ever. I always believed in my wife. She just needed the right medicine.
I still have the car too, and for that and the hell my dad put me through it makes me bitter, but...
I worked three hours on her today, after working 12 hours.
And one day my friends... it's gonna be done.