Sometimes I still walk into the shop, flip the lights on, and there is a part of me that can't hardly believe it's mine. Maybe a few of you know what I'm talking about and understand how that feels. Hard to describe. I've probably said that before on this thread but it's still a thing.
I've been known to sit in my garage, and stare at the Road Runner, and remember that is was once a real POS, and left for dead at my Grandparents farm for many, many years. I still have zero regrets about taking that project on.
