Well, the berkfire has landed... or skidded, sort of.
I had planned to make the trip a couple weeks ago, had a friend all lined up to go with me, we where gonna make a weekend out of it, drive down after he got off on Friday, stay with another friend, pick the car up Saturday morning, go back to the other friends house, have a BBQ, smoke cigars, drink mojitos and spend the night, followed a leisurely drive back on Sunday.
Of course, that's not what happened, instead my kid got sick, brought it home, and I ended up trying to cough up my lungs that weekend instead.
But the show must go on... so to speak. Forgoing all of the fun and leisure that would have been had on the previously planned trip, instead, I got up this morning after getting far too little sleep, ready to get a bright and early start on the drive south. But when I went to hitch the trailer I noticed something off with the right fender; it was bent onto the tire solidly. So instead of getting a nice early start, I had to spend more time than I should have bending the fender back to shape. So, only then, several hours later, could I begin my journey. Later in the day the neighbor called to apologize about the fender, apparently he'd bumped it with the tractor he was borrowing from me, and he planned to come over and help me fix it later.
Because of the morning delay I had to drive hard for 480 miles to get there with time to load, stopping only for fuel and caffeine, and I managed to arrive at the shop about 30 minutes before dark. The PO and I loaded the chasis, body, and 4 totes of parts onto the trailer, and then filled the back of the SUV with so much crap that I couldn't see the rear window, let alone see out of it. (I'll have to inventory everything later, There's a LOT of stuff there, including a bunch of NOS parts)
The PO needed to leave a few minutes after dark to go see his wife in the hospital during visiting hours (she recently suffered a stroke) and so he didn't have a lot of time to talk me through much. Once I was all loaded up, I headed out, it was another 480 miles back, making 960 miles in a day. No friends, no fun, and no sleep. I'm getting too old for these shenanigans. My friend couldn't join today because his kid got sick last night... The irony isn't entirely lost on me.
More later. Sleep now.