Thug was loaded into the stacker, and its ready to head to Norwalk, Ohio next Monday afternoon. I really needed the shop space it was taking. Cars are parked and stored everywhere until I can get furniture (sold my house in Katy Monday) sold that taking up valuable car space.

The clutch pedal on my 58 Dodge Pickup wasn’t engaging. Pulled the bell-housing off, and the throw-out bearing was literally held on with bailing wire. New parts ordered and that will be fixed so I can sell it, as part of my Make life easier with less stuff plan. Sold a very nice Little Red Express for $35k Friday. I’d had that truck for a long time, as I’ve had this 58.

Took the motorhome to get inspected, and then to the DMV to renew tags for it, my 64 Imperial convertible, and Ole Blue – my 94 Harley. Moved a bunch of cars around, to keep them all covered while I work on getting my 12-car garage back by selling furniture in it.

Pulled the rear suspension out of the wagon “The Screamin Woody“. My shop rat will spend the next week cleaning it and the underside of the car so it can be inspected, fixed where needed, and painted before reassembly.

Moving on to my 1999 Kawasaki Drifter 1500. removed the fenders and tank, which I’ll take to either have painted or wrapped. Still deciding.

When the bike is just started, the hydraulic clutch engages right at the end of letting the lever out, and there’s no adjustment. When the bike gets warm, the clutch slips. Bleeding didn’t help, so the clutch was taken out and inspected. The 8 discs were a little worn but in spec. However the three retaining springs were flattened out and not in spec. Since the discs were only $13 each, I figured I’ll replace them as the bike will be in my garage when I die. It my only bike I can ride in shorts without getting a muffler burn. Unfortunately, the parts won’t be here until next week.

This morning, my ac unit on the other side of the wall from my bed woke me with the racket it was making. Outside it was rocking like an out of balance washing machine, and worked its way off the foundation. One of the blades broke off, breaking two other blades. I called my home warranty and was told the ac repair guy would call an schedule within 24 hours. No calls today. August in Southern Texas means they’re backed up, and we’re sitting in front of fans.

Finally, the 46 Olds Street Rod got a new set of plugs, wires and cap. Its ready for interior, but I don’t have an interior shop lined up. The one I was using screwed me the last time.

Tomorrow the plan is to put the Vitamin C in my other trailer and move a 1960 Plymouth Project from the back row to the lift bay. The leaning tower of Power and 3-on-tree will be coming out and replaced with a BB Mopar and 4-Speed. It’s interior i already done in Navajo Indian blankets, and the exterior will be a funky Southwest look. The underside has also been cleaned, painted and rebuilt. It has an 8.75″ axle from a 68 Chrysler.

So much to do, so little time!