"There she sit's a buddy just gleamin' in the sun..." The belt lined up just fine and damn if it didn't start on the first go round. My buddy Skip came by and we held up a tube full of gas and a fire extinguisher and hit the starter button. So, it popped and sputtered once of twice and then POW - right into idle. We put the tanks on an buttoned a few odds and ends and then I decided to wait until the weekend to fire it up in the street.

What Would Warren Build Part 5 Continued from previous... Well, to make a long story even longer, when I got back from my travels I had to call Dr. Pain #1 and tell him I was about to run out of "meds". I called and left messages with his young (and often cranky) assistant who had a message on her machine a half hour long telling you that she had 72 hours to return your call, and even then, you might be barking up the wrong tree. For any of you who have ever taken pain medication, there's a little issue involved in that you don't just stop taking the stuff, it can take months to "ween" yourself off these things and the process can be painful and cause physical agony (yes, withdrawal) for many days - even weeks. I bit the bullet and decide to pay the Doctor's office a visit after not hearing back for several days. I walked into the waiting room and there was a woman slumped over weeping in agony while everybody in the place walked around as if nothing was wrong. I asked to see the young assistant - who was fairly ticked off that I had disturbed her morning by showing up in person. Weren't my calls annoying her enough? I explained what was going on and where I was at. She let out a sigh you could hear for three blocks and said she would go see the Doctor and tell him what was going on. She returned with several prescriptions in her hand and announced (in a loud voice, as if it was a grocery list) "Here's a month's worth - if you don't have surgery, you need to check yourself into rehab". So here I was, wracked with pain, shivering with withdrawal symptoms, exhausted from days of travel and pain listening to a woman weep in agony. And this teenage office assistant just spelled out my unfortunate future for all to hear. It was a low point in my life. MORE>