My daughter, an only child, is getting married soon. She has pretty much completed her move out of my home. I have helped as much as an old man can. It hurts in more ways than one. I have no doubt she is doing what is right for her and enjoy her excitement, but that doesn't make it less painful.
Today, I dropped off my '90 with a local, well respected Miata tech. I have every confidence in his qualifications to do the maintenance and upgrades undertaken. When I get it back in a couple of days it will sport a new timing belt, water pump, accessory belts, an M-Tuned Coolant re-route and an honest to goodness water temp gauge. The shifter will have been refreshed with new bushings and spacers and new boots to keep heat and odor out of the cabin, and the gear box will have fresh fluid to hopefully extend the life expectancy of it's fun little five notcher.
I miss my girls.
