Why I drive junk

Ever since Dad and I tackled those 4 easy bolts that was my first engine rebuild I have been always looking for that diamond in the rough, that little creampuff of a car or truck that just needs a little tenderloving care to restore it to its former showroom condition. That search had my yard looking like a cross between a used car dealer and a junkyard, the line between the 2 is a blurry one. Over the last month I decided to prune away the junk and work on the creampuffs. I went from 6 vehicles to 3 in just a short period of time with the help of E-Bay. Left with just 2 trucks and a car the pressure was on to turn those wrenches and make my plan of 3 beauties to drive come true. I already knew my " core competence" is not auto mechanics but with a solemn pledge to myself to attack with the gusto of a pit crew I began my mission. Damn the need for fancy equipment to analize problems full speed ahead. As with most shade tree mechanics my stratedgy was simple, replace obviously malfunctioning parts and use the process of elimination for the rest. 3 weekends and a bunch of evenings later I overcame my obvious lack of training and rose victoriously over my stable. Sure I probably spent enough money in replacing perfectly good parts to pay a pro but what fun would that be. I am particularly proud of my 1986 corvette by far the most challenging and most expensive in terms of part replacement, its still not perfect but much improved.