Anticipating Greenville's Showfest - Asphalt Junkie
First off, no Pathfinder news, so don't ask (lol). There's nothing like being direct and to the point. A lot of times I get hard-pressed on what to write about in this one space I have that's not tainted by corporate hands. Not that I would need to have an uncensored and uncut version of "Asphalt Junkie" shod with a blacked-out plastic bag. But it's all about my thoughts, and I'm not writing about someone else's accomplishments, which is cool but can be as de-motivating as motivating. The tone of this column from month to month is about as consistent as tapioca but, hey, my mind is sporadic and unpredictable.
I've never had so many questions in life as I do right now - not even just on an automotive level, but on a personal level too. For starters, my Chevy is sold, bills are paid, and for the first time in a long time I have an ATM receipt with that almighty positive number. The bulk of my mail now is geared towards getting me back into debt with two months of no-interest credit cards with the default of 28%. Let's just say that the recyclers are loving me right now. For the second time in my life I'm debt free, but am I free? All of this just raises more questions. What to do now?
I took a trip to the middle of nowhere that is known as Oroville, California, to set up final preparations and plans for my adopted bastard of a stepchild Pathfinder. No matter how straightforward I try to think about the completion, it just isn't that easy. After tinkering with the piece of junk for so many years the last thing I want to do is make a mistake towards the end. Sure, I have ideas but the problem is that I have too many ideas. I have so many good ideas that just don't work with each other. To mix and match themes, ideas, or styles usually ends up with a thing instead of a piece of art.
To make the whole situation just mesh together even more, my girl just moved out of state. That's what I need, one more thing on my mind. No matter how optimistic you are, that situation will raise questions to anyone. By the time this goes to print I will probably have the answers to all of these questions but for now they are just that: questions; questions that I have to deal with day in and day out; questions, for no matter what I do may just unfold for the better or worse.
I guess I just like to bitch. Bitching doesn't solve anything but it just feels good to get it out. This fiscal month is finally coming to a close and Mike and I are preparing to go to one of our favorite but hardest events to cover: Greenville's Showfest. We have an extra day in between, so I guess I'll just have another day to think. Oh well, it is what it is and it's just that: drama. We can't always dictate every aspect of our life but at least the Nissan will turn out how I want it.
That's it, though. If any girls are reading this: That is what trucks are for us sometimes - an outlet, a salvation, something for us to feel proud of that is ours, and no matter how crappy or unfinished it is, it's our baby. How many times have you gotten pissed and gone into the garage to work on your ride? I'll tell you what. When mine was actually in the garage, that was a daily scenario. The garage is our confessional. The truck listens and does just that: listens. No feedback is needed; no answers need to be given; just quiet and then the sound of a Sawzall.