We had quite a bit of rain a few days ago. I heard anything from an 1.5" to 1.8". 90% chance of rain tonight, 80% tonight, and a chance every day and night through next Monday. I hope it doesn't rain on Easter - the old wives tale says that if it rains on Easter, it will rain the next 7 Sundays. As wet as it's been the last few years, I'm not beyond believing that. I'd like to be planting about... tomorrow. That's not going to happen. Hopefully soon.
I've been looking into restoring our '91 GMC pickup. I say it's ours, but Dad's name is on the title, so really, it's only mine because I'm the only one that drives it. Anyway, it's been in the family for a long time, and eventually Shay and I will need an extended cab pickup, so instead of buying a different pickup, I'd spend (hopefully) less money by making this one shiny and new. It's got a good engine, tranny, and transfer case, so it would be a cosmetic restoration. The only problem is basically every panel needs replaced. The doors are good, and I think the tailgate can be reused. Everything else is rusted out.
Why do it? Because I'm a softy for family stuff. I bought a '98 GMC from my Grandpa Peters that he bought new. I sold it about 6 months after I bought it, and regretted doing that about 2 weeks later. Dumbest thing I've ever done (and it's a long list). I've seen that pickup around, and some dumbass kid bought it and beat the piss out of it. I keep hoping to see it in a parking lot so I can put my name and number on a slip of paper under the windshield, but usually I see it when the kid's foot is buried. Never should've sold it. Grandpa has a couple of John Deere 3020s that he's had for over forty years, and I'd like to restore them someday. I actually spent part of today looking up parts for them, for no particular reason. I like to dream, I guess.
The other reason I want to fix it up is because the drive train is solid, and I know where the pickup has been. Whenever I've bought a used pickup (which is every one) I'm pretty nervous the first couple of months. Some people don't care about their vehicles as long as they go from A to B. On the other hand, we take good care of our stuff. That GMC's odometer quit at 258,524 in the spring of '04. Shortly after, Dad put a new engine in. Dad and I drove a '94 Chevy that had 224,000 miles on it when Dad got rid of it. Dad says I drive like a grandma, but hey, when stuff lasts forever, I'm not going to change my style. I know where the '91 has been, and I've been driving it since 2000, so I'm confident it's not going to let me down.
I can't decide, though. Some days I'm all for it, and others I'm not so sure it's a good idea. Help me, followers.