[vash]

I remember who I used to be. I loved it.

Now, not so much. I tried to rekindle the fire of the weekend-shadetree mechanic but it didn’t take. I hated it. Climbing in, out, around, and under a greasy leaky mess is no longer a good time for me.

I bought a beater recently and regretted it damn near immediately. Thankfully a buddy really loved it and bought it off my hands.

I’ll do the occasional maintenance thing now. Change oil, empty and refill a transfer case, no problem. But shining up a turd? No thanks.

Let’s just say I no longer want an old Toyota FJ-40 ever again. What a mistake (for me). I’m no Leland Pate!

I can’t put a finger on what changed inside of me. It isn’t being lazy. Maybe, I tend to get OCD, I think. I can’t let a problem lie until “later”. It just isn’t in me anymore. Kinda sad in a way, it’s how we all met on this internet thing.