You found the reason people downsize.... juggling chainsaws gets harder and harder the older you get....
Hey @Ryan So what is the fate or the current status of that pallet of NOS, vintage union tool boxes that you had the clandestine adventure with the scary shady character that you bought them from? Are any of them for sale, and if so, what price? Thanks from Dennis.
Yeah, what happened to the Porsche? was your dad able to make it disapear? does he still have it? HRP
You lunatics really think reminding me about yet another collection of junk I have to pack and move is a good idea? You’re all sick. Every damned one of you. My life is currently a rolling audit of poor decisions, forgotten projects, and things I absolutely had to own fifteen years ago. Every time I think I’ve got a handle on it, I run into another pile of automotive archaeology hidden somewhere on the property. At this rate I’m going to need a dedicated moving truck just for bad ideas. My dad paid off the lady, patched up the damage, and quietly moved on with his life. A few months later he sold the Porsche to a friend who immediately did the sensible thing and turned it into a track car. Then, decades later, sometime around 2008, the car was finally imported into the United States legally.
As a 62-year-old Colorado native if you were considerin a move here I wouldn't recommend it. It has and is descending into a giant **** hole despite of all of its beauty. Take that for what it's worth I'm just too old and stupid to leave, besides my kids and grandkids are still here.
Welcome to modern America. I've spent the last 2 years figuring out where I want to be. I've got my reasons.
Great story and I appreciate the 50% off got a few items ordered...Here to help lighten the load...lol
Man that's your first piece I've read that felt like you didn't write it for your audience, but as more of a personal one-time go at primal scream therapy... N-oyce....
The funny thing is, I’ve never really written for an audience. Hell, I don’t even know who the audience is... Old farts that I have shunned social media? Rejects? Hoodlums? A mixture of all? In my mind, most of the people reading this probably don’t think the way I think or move through the world the way I do. Which is probably a good thing. If they did, I’d just be another guy writing about hot rods for people exactly like himself. Or maybe that’s what I’ve been doing all along. Hell if I know. What I do know is that the next few months are probably going to get a little personal around here. After all, it’s called The Jalopy Journal. And for a while at least, I suspect the “journal” part is going to become a lot more literal.
Theres something ironic about the shyest guy i know that runs the biggest/busiest automotive messageboard/website on the planet, and if he ever needed any help that the national guard would need to police the onslaught of droves wanting to lend a hand. That said, if there's anything I can do to help, let me know.
I went through, and am still going through, my move. Only at 79, almost 80. At least it was in the same state, although Montana and Colorado were briefly under consideration. At least you are more level headed than I was. It was pretty overwhelming. I was under a time crunch, with the old place sold, but nothing available that had enough shop space, or wasn’t close enough to the family members who were the reason for the move. Finally a door opened, and a somewhat suitable place became available with 30 days left to get it done. Moving company was already on standby, cash was in the bank, and snap!, it all happened at warp speed. I was whipped from selling stuff, s****ping stuff and moving stuff, doing repairs and showing the house every day. Physically whipped, mentally whipped, and emotionally drained. But we got through it. I’m adapting, and slowly getting over the home sickness for the place and friends we left. Thank God that you’re young and have time ahead of the move to organize, plan and get things in place. Stay focused, don’t let small things or thoughts take over the big, more important ones. Try your damnedest to be the strength that your wife and kids need. It’s not just about you. That may be hard to see. You WILL get through this new chapter in your life. I’ve finally realized the rewards of being closer to loved ones. To see the joy on my wife’s face and the love and happiness when she holds the new great grandbaby makes me realize that there is more to my life than cars and parts. She’s actually going two days a week to babysit. It’s her “new job”! HA! Lord, forgive me for my selfishness.
I really enjoyed today’s journal post for more than one reason—not the least of which is that I'm currently going through the exact same struggles with moving to another state. I'm definitely looking forward to having this move behind us, and I'm sure you are, too!
**** no. The Jalopy Journal/HAMB is not social media. It never was. It doesn't know your browsing history, doesn't give a damn about your political opinions, and it sure as hell isn't selling your personal data to some faceless consortium of marketing ghouls in a gl*** tower somewhere. You came here to shoot the **** about cars. We built this joint to foster that. That's the whole contract. What we're not doing is what every other platform is doing, which is engineering your psychology for profit. No rage loops. No confirmation bias served up like a warm plate of whatever you already believe. No A/B testing your emotional vulnerabilities until the numbers look good enough to justify the quarterly report. The people who built those machines knew exactly what they were building, and they built them anyway. We didn't build that. We built a message board for people who like old ****. The bar for moral clarity here is not particularly high, but we clear it. You want a place on the internet that isn't trying to rewire your brain or monetize your anxiety? You found it. Now go argue about what is and what is not traditional.
Great story Ryan- I also, in the early '80s owned a "gray market" '78 928. I was a terror for central Texas farmers young sons in new Chevy pickups.
i picked up a couple small shirts to give to my 8 year old grand niece visiting from london this summer. spreading the gospel world wide
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