I went on registered the car with the county today, so it now has official plates. With that done, I mounted the plate holder correctly (I had attached it to the rear bumper, because we forgot to put holes in the bondo when we redid the body word). Then Shauana and I went to go grab the fender flares from the Carriage Shop. Well… they fucked them up, the paint is hairy and cracked and… grr. So I talked to them and they are going to respray and treat the flares, but I have to sand down the rough parts… ugh.
Luckily, no one that sees the car seems to care even the slightest that there are white half-circles over the rear tires. They go nuts for it anyway. Also of note, kids recognize it and shout “cool car”… like, little kids, 5-10 years old. The Ecto was sort of lost on them, but the Jeep is a winner.
Also… I appreciate irony.
I think I’ll gas up exclusively at Sinclairs from now on, just to be funny.
I walk in to pay that cashier and he goes, “Dude, where are the dinosaurs?” I grinned and said, “Same place the ghosts are.” His mouth drops and he stutters out, “Oh man… those are your cars??”
Funny story.
