OK. It's 11:26PM. I'm sitting here in front of my computer keyboard, trying desperately to fend off the effects of 4 Thunderhead IPAs to get this anecdote typed. My fingers don't seem to work so well anymore -- I'm speculating that it's due to the hops in this beer.
Three weekends ago, as I was installing the interior in my car, I found the receipt for the last tank of gas that I put in it. June 16, 1996. 16 bucks. 11 gallons. San Antonio, Texas. That was before I took it apart for a 2 week paint job.
I drove it for the first time tonight. No fires, leaks, accidents. WHOO-HOO!