What an odd feeling. I am sat here, mellowing out on some 12 year old Black Label Johny Walker, thinking about today's' usual visit to the hangar to work on the 'Skybolt project that never ends'. Well, today, it did. I finally finished up on the glasswork/front windshield (which has been hell to deal with).
I then started looking around for the next '15 minute project' that will take the whole weekend or more, to complete, and began to realize, there wasn't one, I have nothing left do - except paint the darn thing. I'll repeat, NOTHING LEFT TO DO. Wow. After 12 years (which didn't go unnoticed, that that happened to match the whiskey vintage!), I cannot find anything that needs fabricating. Speechless, I am.
Of course, there is always something to tweak, and 400 hours of paint, but you get my drift....
I then started looking around for the next '15 minute project' that will take the whole weekend or more, to complete, and began to realize, there wasn't one, I have nothing left do - except paint the darn thing. I'll repeat, NOTHING LEFT TO DO. Wow. After 12 years (which didn't go unnoticed, that that happened to match the whiskey vintage!), I cannot find anything that needs fabricating. Speechless, I am.
Of course, there is always something to tweak, and 400 hours of paint, but you get my drift....