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Jon got me an early Yule present; an air compressor, and a tire gauge designed for racing enthusiasts. Now that is a slogan on a box that I never, ever, thought would be on something for a car that I picked out. Racing? Who, me?
Well, not racing, but the wheels are for racing, or for showing, or for some other thing I never planned to do with the Foose. But, if it works, we have the option to keep the tires, but they are low profile, which means there isn’t a lot of forgiveness if you hit a pot hole. So we may go for nineteen inch rims anyway, but if the gauge works, then we’ll have the option of getting Foose rims, just smaller ones. Truthfully, even with all the fuss, I’d rather stick with Foose tires if I could. I guess that’s the power of a really good designer, that even if it’s not practical, you still want it.
Right, this minute I am procrastinating. Edits are tedious, but necessary. But I still keep trying to find other legitimate work to do, that gives me a break from the edits. I haven’t done a blog in a couple of days, so I can do one, and it’s still work. See, I’m not procrastinating, I’m working. But that part of me that keeps me on target knows that, though working, I’m really delaying. I could do the blog later, but I just needed a moment to clear my head. I tried getting a cup of tea, but that didn’t do it. I’m in that dangerously procrastination mood, where I’ll find real reasons to call people, but talk for far too long off topic. Now that I know what’s wrong, I’ve forbidden myself to call anyone else on “business”. Sigh.
Well, I can’t justify it any longer, back to edits for me. Dang-it.