Seems I don't bother updating my blog when I'm out enjoying the subject of said blog :-)

It's been about 3 months since I buttoned her back up, since then I've put a little more than 1,000 miles on the [working] odometer.  This old girl never ever ceases to bring a smile to my face every single time I turn the key, wring her out to 6k+rpm (that happens a lot), walk away in a parking lot or in the garage.  We are quickly approaching this being the longest term [automotive] relationship I've ever had.

Gas Gauge:
When I started driving again my gas gauge wasn't working, I'd put the old, formerly working, one in my new tank early this year when I rebuilt the motor.  I took it out and cleaned the contacts.  After I re-installed it the damn thing would give me a hint as to the level in the tank but it was amid a constant "happy dance".  The needle would top out at the current level of fuel in the tank but it would constantly bounce between there and the bottom as the fluid sloshed in the tank.  I grew used to it and now have the backup of my actually working trip odometer, I make it a point to top off the tank every 200 miles even though it's only a bit more than half empty.  (Getting ~17-18mpg if anyone is interested).

Lo and Behold I noticed earlier this week the happy dance has stopped, I didn't do anything, it just kinda cured itself.  Note to self:  one more chink in the "these cars want to be driven" chain.

Butt Warmers:
Holy cow what a wonderful thing!  Granted it doesn't get very cold around here, and I coupled that addition with new rubber and some fiberglassed old holes which made my car actually cease the constant breeze inside.  These changes have made her perfectly comfortable with the top on and windows up all the way down into the 40's (instead of alternating sitting on the frozen hand).

Worry not, I always have bits of work to do and I'll pick back up when I feel like getting around to them.  Lately I've been basking in the glory of a very nice, constantly complimented noisy old beast that roars to life every time I ask and has a sumptuous place to enjoy inside while driving like an insane person.

For now my project efforts have reverted back to radio controlled flying objects (hence the Sobamaflyer)