Kate tells me there was another sighting, this time a mother and a cub. . . Which tells me there are at least three.
And yes, some jackass shot his neighbor's dog, alleging he thought it was a lion.
Enough about feline/canine differentiation, let's move on to amphibians.
Had Speedweek occurred, I'm certain the Frogeye would have been ready -
I've often thought that the ones having the most fun at Bonneville were the spectators who showed up in hot rods. I had this vision in the back of my mind, the Pom Rod, parked at the starting area of the short course, leaning up against it, wearing my pith helmet, drinking an Old Speckled Hen and watching the Project '64 Mini rip down the salt.
Damn the weather and the BLM.
The color is a very light peach, period appropriate. It's completely slap-dash - the paint is thin, I'm using foam rollers, and after I get a few more coats on, I'll give it a 1000 wet sand, buff it and call it good.
The car falls into the cracks. It's structurally superior to any typical restorable Sprite, thanks to Podunk Engineering, but the time and effort to get it to a concourse condition simply doesn't warrant the expense. I've seen completely restored Bugeyes with astronomical price tags, but nobody's paying what's being asked. Even professionally installed Rover V8 MGB's are losers as soon as they hit the street - nobody ever gets out of them what they have in them. I've already got too much time and effort in it, so I'm taking a "good enough" approach to aesthetics.
If I quit now, I'm ahead.
The wet sand should give it the appearance of an old patinaed restoration, the suspension and drivetrain are all solid, and at the end of the day, it's going to be a very quick, decent handling hot rod that should be reasonably safe and fun to drive.
And you know what? That's all I've ever really wanted in a car.