Fellow fiends:
Okay, so I had this pretty ugly nightmare last night (You remember the scene
in "Young Frankenstein" with Terri Garr?). It starts with me out in the
garage, inspecting "Old Whitesides" ('63 B) with a flash light (I guess I'm
suffering separation anxiety with the winter) when I noticed all sorts of
fluids leaking from it:
-gasoline was dripping from two points on the gas tank (at least one of
which I remember was where the fuel level float screws to the tank).
-oil was dripping from... the rocker pannels =:o (but only on the passenger
side!)
and last but not least:
-a brilliant green fluid was leaking from brake pipes routed along the hood.
Don't ask me why brake pipes were routed along the hood. But, there were
about four of them and they had fittings the size of fire hose fittings, all
painted black and corroded. The entire engine compartment was painted
black. The fluid was a brilliant green like coolant, but was not sweet to
the taste (this was a very complete dream; I don't ever remember dreaming
about flavors before), but bitter, as if it actually was brake fluid (?).
The dream concludes with me absolutely freaking out that my car was a total
mess and that I would have to rebuild the whole d**n thing. Horror!!!!
Seriously, it was a very vivid dream; the sort that when you do wake up you
feel a genuine sense of relief that it turns out it wasn't actually true.
"Good" friends say I don't have the personality to own British cars. "Good"
friends say I'm to "punctilious" and should own a Porsche or some such
soul-less monster. "Good" friends say these cars will drive me crazy. Even
my brother wonders why the heck I own those cars (he drives a 911).
Needless to say, I have disagreed with them so far.
On the other hand, what the H**L does this dream mean? One side of my brain
is doing a number on the other side. My question is: which side?
Will "playin' those mind games" Zehring
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