I am not too mechanical a person and it spills over into other parts of my life – I find it difficult to work within rigid systems. Conversely, ambiguous and elusive structures fascinate me and i love to deconstruct complex systems and organizations. In fact, doing that has made me far less paranoid and it is hard to convince me of a conspiracy theory. Neatly engineered things are almost unnatural to me.
So for the past few weeks I have been working on a Chevy Truck that found its way to through a meandering family grapevine (father to brother to sister to nephew to brother-in-law to me).
The idea of working on an automobile of any sort for five seconds is antithetical to my nature, but there I have been, in the Brewery Art Colony parking lot, looking like a redneck while I troubleshoot every little thing about the machine.
Car people have come out of the woodwork “WOW, this is a SWEET truck!” is a common refrain. People have all sorts of obscure knowledge about the engine and how to tell all sorts of things about the vehicle just by looking under the hood.
So rather than deal with day to day bullshit, i have been seeing how the other half lives. Kinda boring but also kind of like solving a puzzle that gets results in the end.
I would drive the truck over to show you but it is a gas guzzler.