It has been a crazy summer for me. In July, I was driving home from a road trip, picking up some fiberglass flares from a new member on this site for my 2nd 914 project car. I wasn't more than 3 blocks from my house when some drunk dude flying down a residential street at more than 60 mph ran a stop sign and T' boned me in the intersection. After the violent collision, he gets out of the car (later to find out it was stolen) and runs away. Cop told me that this guy hit 4 other cars earlier that day, and I was the end of the train that finally took him out. I chalked the whole thing up as pissing off the 914 gods for buying fiberglass flares instead of real steel ones, bad karma!
The insurance lady told me that the claim would be expedited if I would go to the police station, obtain a copy of the police report and upload to their website. So, the next morning I did exactly that and later that evening I start uploading a scanned copy of the police report to this insurance website. As I'm uploading the 5th page, I start to hear my doorbell go crazy, and knocking from my front and side door simultaneously. Apparently some dude who was driving down my street was on his way to a heroin sobriety addiction class, managed to hit my other car that was parked in front of my house. My street was temporarily closed most of the day, due to the power company replacing telephone poles. This guy somehow managed to get thru the road block, speed down the street, hit a bucket truck (with a guy in the bucket), ricochet off that and then crash into my other car. He then had the nerve to try to get away. Luckily, one of my neighbors who is a cop was changing the brakes on his car in his driveway and saw the whole thing happen. He chased the guy down and brought him back to the scene.
I lost two cars, completely totaled all under 24 hours of each other. The probability of something like this is low, so I bought a lottery ticket and went to church to help cover all bases
The following week, we went on a family vacation. All the brothers pitched in to buy a boat, and of course the gauges didn't work and I was nominated to repair them. Contorting my body into a pretzel to get under the dash of this boat, my brother tells me that my wife is crying. I assumed that my younger brother was messing with me, thinking that it would be funny seeing me get out of position that I just made great effort to get into under this boat, but he told me to go check on her. Sure enough, I witnessed my wife cry like I have never seen her cry before. She just got a phone call that her uncle just died in a very intense house fire, and the coroner just pulled the body out.
The next day, my wife gets another phone call stating that the uncle is alive. He was found in the woods drunk and reeking of gasoline and unscathed. He apparently zipped tied clothes together with trash bags that somehow fooled the coroner. It's been a very weird summer for me!
I have also been working on a HVAC project since last January that has been taking all my free time. There is a car nut that is building a Avanti museum/bed and breakfast which is located near the Studebaker museum here in South Bend. This project is nearing its end hopefully this week. Once that happens, I'm looking forward to being more on here, and more importantly in my garage with my new project.