The harvest of the donor cars vital organs, I mean parts, has kept me quite busy. I hate to say it but it has been a great deal of fun and enjoyment for me. I have not done anything quite this extensive and all at once since I rebuit my Pontiac Firebird the summer I graduated high school. My wife can't believe how little cursing I have done dispite the usual bashed knuckles and stubborn bolts, etc. My wife has not yet complained about the mess and my complete take over of the entire garage. Somehow I think she may change her tune once winter comes. I hope to have it down to only half the garage by then. The interior looks like I left the car unlocked downtown Detroit and it got completely stripped.
