Since Daisy came into our lives, I've developed a fear of opening the front door. Oh, it is not the boogieman I'm afraid of, it's the man in brown. He's been showing up 2 or 3 times a week and leaving boxes......lots of boxes. I get scared when I see more boxes.
Roger is always excited when he sees them. More Daisy parts, he yells! I just stare at him and scratch my head wondering how such a small pickup could require so many different pieces. After several weeks of carting boxes from the front porch to the garage and then on out to the shop, Roger declared it was time to move Daisy out to the shop.
A good friend of ours was kind enough to loan us the use of his shop. It's really nice. Daisy is going to have a good place to stay while she undergoes her restoration. The hard part was getting her there. She had developed a bad case of "I'm not going to start." Roger kept working on her and finally he thought he could make it the 5 miles out to the shop with her.
It was touch and go. The first break down was at the entrance to our alley. Roger raised her hood, did some adjusting and after a little "sweet" talking, we were on our way.
The second breakdown was just as we were pulling into the garage. She'd had enough. She wasn't going any farther.
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