"Concision in style, precision in thought, decision in life." - Victor Hugo

The fluid leak in the front brake line junction is driving me crazy.
I also worked on the cab floor this morning. I modified the transmission cover to make it work with the T5 transmission that replaces the old 4-speed. Their shift rods are in different locations so the hole in the cover had to be closed up and another cut.
I've got more mods to make because being in a different location means the T5 stem will hit the seat when it's installed. So I have to heat & bend the stem, and then figure out a way to get my original stick to attach to it.
When I get these issues sorted I think this will be one of my favorite features of this truck. An early 80's 5-speed transmission with overdrive, modified to be a short-throw unit, but looking like a stock set-up.

Yes, I know that was so much mumbo-jumbo to 99% of you, but there's a reason I started with that.

I have two kinds of neighbors in my area. Some of them don't like what I'm doing, working on a vehicle in their pristine neighborhood. Slumming. And at least three think I'm running a business out of my house. I know that because Lee, next door to the west, told me yesterday he's heard three people complain about that violation of the CC&R's.

Another group are fascinated by the project and its progress. Members of this group, mostly old men, stop in from time to time to check things out. I'm happy to answer their questions and chat about their memories of old cars and trucks. One guy yesterday and two the day before.

Both of the guys Thursday (separate times) have worked on cars as a hobby. The first one lives three blocks down and has two '67 Jaguar XKE's in his garage (beautiful!). And both of them commented about their wives. In each case their spouse doesn't understand or approve of the hobby and makes that clear. The b___ing verb was used to describe how the wife talks about it.

I told Pam this afternoon about those conversations and how much I appreciate her attitude toward my obsession. "Why would I complain?? You enjoy it and it's harmless."
Yeah, the question is, why do those wives complain? But they do, and Pam doesn't. I'm blessed.

My friend Jim, in a conversation we were having about the difference between car people and car-meh people, described the latter as looking at a beautiful classic car and describing it as "the blue one."

Pam and I have talked about that, too. She is an admitted "the blue one" person, so it's not like we in any sense share this passion. But she gives me the freedom to pursue mine, never b___es about any portion of the hobby, and knows (!) I'm not running a business.

Thank you, dear.
(Note: she doesn't read my blog)