I tell you what, sometimes that fun gets long lost in times like these. I've been working on this body for three years now. I'm slow, deliberate, and perfectionist. I had taken some body classes for fun and became good friends with the instructor. He'd come out and help me on my car time to time and was floored when he saw some of my work; he thought it was The shop in town that did it (his former employer). Things like that are nice to hear, but I'd have been afraid to tell him how much time I had in that. Fortunately being an instructor he also wasn't shy to point out my flaws as that's really where I learn the most. I just want to be able to drive this thing before I die...
I'll be back either really happy or super pissed...we'll see
