when I go to bed and formulate a plan to do the seemingly impossible, then go out to the shop the next day, implement it to perfection and it works exactly as I had visualized it. It is a fantastic feeling to lay on the floor and absorb the sweet smell of victory.
Then I reached up to unclip a pair of vise grips that I was using to keep the strut rod from rotating and it seemed like an atomic bomb went off. Smashed the end of my finger top and bottom...I laid there about five minutes saying Oh Fuck that Hurts! Looks like the end of the finger is a miniature plum.
This kinda stuff normally happens to Sean. It may be a long year.
