No kidding. Quick story. About 20 years ago, I agreed to help a lifelong friend restore a 65 Impala SS 396. He had one when he was younger (before he went to Vietnam). He wanted another one for YEARS. He found a rather rusty project car and I agreed to help. Bob was a good mechanic, but he knew nothing about body work. I sat him and his wife, Nancy, down before we started and told them it would be at least a 2-3 year project and would probably cost at least $20 thousand. They agreed and work commenced. We did floor pans, quarters trunk floor, trunk drop downs, and a BUNCH of other rust patches. After about 1.5 years, his wife started bitching about how long it was taking and griping to me about how much longer. This is where I tell you that Bob was my dear friend who I loved like a brother, but his wife is not a nice person (I am being nice), and I barely tolerate her. I told Bob to tell his wife to shut up about it. She did for a while, but then she started up again. After 2 years, it was done. Her bitchy attitude tarnished our friendship. We used to go out to eat together and play cards all the time, but after that, I just did not want to be around her. Bob and I remained very close until his death about 2 years ago.
