No more basket cases for me....

I inherently got a hold of a sickness early in my rebel days, and yes I am still infected. No matter what instant gratification I used I still have the need to buy a neglected auto and make it better. As I progressed in my age, I learn to work smarter, not harder, and a wiser accountability of money needed to get the project up and running at a bare minimal. While my feelings for these old relics will never fade, the money and the time involved usually oversees the cars worth in the end. Many will say it is the finished product that will bring you years of motoring enjoyment, this is true, and this is what keeps me going.
I am in it, because who else is going to do it. For me its the thrill of making a wreck of car, back into the glory days of its youth, a mightier, yet carefree days. Maybe in a way I am helping myself to retain my youth, in a long way about it.