Andrew and I drove up to Hatch Manufacturing in Groton, VT last night to pick up the last bits of my interior. Although we couldn’t get any welding done on the car the headliner and door panels are now mostly back in. That just leaves the rear seat and some finishing touches on the trim before the Essex Junction rallycross on Sunday. The headliner was the most amusing part and we managed to stuff it up between the cage and the roof…still no idea how that happened. Something about bending spacetime and unfolding the car and the cage around the headliner.
You’d think that apt.freshrpms.net would be easy enough to remember whenever I need to install Apt on a new RedHat Linux box. But no…it always takes me 20 minutes to dig through bookmarks and find it. Now all I have to do is remember that I blogged about it and search for it on my own site.
Right. Like that’ll happen.
We finally have suspension for the car. After sitting for two weeks in customs the DMS50s have finally made their way to our garage. Initial paranoia set in because the struts were rattling and oozing red goo but it turns out that that’s perfectly normal. The rattle is the foam bumpstop inside the strut and the goo is just the seal lubricant. No worries, no big deal. We’re on schedule to do the install on Saturday.
Each of the ground floor offices at work is a half basement. When inside, the grass is right at chest level and there is an overhang just inside the window where cubicle dwellers store their toys. One unfortunate soul left a box of their Depend undergarments sitting on the shelf proudly displayed for the entire parking lot to see. And, if that wasn’t bad enough, not only was the box open but they were falling out. Hrm…
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- Side salad
- Handful shaved almonds
I ran down to HMS Motorsport yesterday to pick up some high density padding for the roll cage and try on fire suits. I’ve lost enough weight to start looking for uniforms and, I’ve got to say, I’m dead sexy in a fire suit. Sizing is still a little weird…my body is a 56 but my thighs and shoulders are a 60. So, since I’ll be grubbing around underneath the car at service, I’m going with a 60 to keep lots of slack and allow for movement.
I finally got a direct dial number to the US Customs office and bypassed the UPS Customs Brokerage. Inspector Hillman was more than happy to help me track down the DMS50s and find out why they’d been sitting idle in the warehouse. After verifying all of my information, getting values on the packages and running through the standard script of questions he started digging. Turns out the package was held for a random check but, since no one noted what they were checking for, the package was never actually put in the queue to be checked.
Inspector Hillman said that the package would be processed today or Monday and would definitely be on the truck on Monday. I won’t naively blindly believe him but at least I’m now talking directly to a customs agent instead of the customer service representatives at UPS who are looking at the same Web page that I am to get status on a shipment. Regardless, looks like we’ll find out on Monday.
At first glance I thought my CV boots were torn. Turns out that I had just glanced under the car quickly and was actually looking at the protective boots for my steering rack. Still a big deal, but less of a big deal than the CV boots.