Yea, Though I walk through the valley of Riceburners, I shall fear no turbo For thou art with me. Thy rod and thy piston, they comfort me. Thou hast annointed my bearings with oil. My car overpowers. Surely traction and victory shall follow me all the days of my life; And I shall dwell in the house of the V8 FOREVER.
This will be an attempt to chronicle my activity as a stove-up wannabe mechanic/machinist in rural Ohio that must feed his true passion for being in a dirty tshirt and jeans by putting on a starched shirt and tie by day to provide for my family and keep sufficient disposable funds available to feed my need for more old discarded junk to tinker with and otherwise clutter my day to day living.