We went to visit our friend Gaston who is a deranged hot-rod hillbilly and he was freaking out. He’s basically building a car from scratch and not just any car but a chopped channeled and decked, shaved and sectioned ’29 tudor coupe. He’s attempting to finish it up for a hotrod hillbilly event that is happening in a week in the little town of Paso Robles where thousands of hot-rod enthusiasts descend upon the town like a plague of tattooed locusts, but he had just found out that his clutch linkage at full extension was not even engaging the throwout bearing and that is why he was freaking out.
We were there with a museum curator from San Francisco who is putting together a show dealing with the ways in which old and new technologies are incorporated into art and craft. Also she was a super-fox! I was worried that she would think Gaston was a twitching, swearing, chain-smoking lunatic but it turned out that she was delighted and captivated, although she later on said that she didn’t understand a word he said during the non-stop 45-minute monologue about his car.
Here is a picture of him with the car that he plans to drive to Paso in four days. As you can see he’s got a lot of work to do. No wonder he’s freaking out!