The Scamp is leaving.

I will keep rolling. Thanks for the kind words.

I've got my Charger, my 240Z and a slew of other A body projects to work on with other people. This isn't the last you will see of me. I have a rear mount twin turbo Dodge Dart sitting in my driveway that will be getting a build thread.

As far as keeping the car goes; the car does not belong to me. I gave her the car. Like, for real.

I don't want it, though, even if I could. Bought it for my first, she didn't want to take it after I booted her due to alcoholism and violent behavior.

Amy wanted it, I built it. Stephen King could have, no different. Curse the blood from my knuckles. It really is a Scamp, after all.

Doing things on my own, with a promising friendship in the works. Taking it slower than a glacier. She got dumped the same week I did for the same infidelity merry-go-round. Met online.

She is as smart as I am (at least), so platonic life is the life for us. Nothing serious for me or for her, right now, but she's a gearhead who works in a clean room lab, listens to metal, good taste in beer, covered in tats, cusses like a sailor and a looker to boot. I set the bar high. Who knows, but I'm content and so is she. You don't usually get that, without pressure to falsely progress things. Ain't happenin, but neither one of us wants to bolt, so I'm amped for now.

I've got better things to do than waste my time with BS, anymore. I need people in my life who have their **** together. I'm already spread thin.

So, for now, I work on my Charger parts (grille assembly, dash, etc.) and set them aside for the real McCoy, 3 more album cover art projects and you will see a Hellcat eating Swinger, soon.