Vanity Post Alert. Which is probably how I should start most of my posts, but, well, I don’t.

Is there anything better than finishing a years-long project? Anything more gratifying than finally putting down all your worries, fears, and insecurities about said project? Really, truly getting to reap the rewards of all your hard work?

Well, I had one of those weekends. One of those weekends where it all came together and I finally got to blow the doors offa something that had been turning my hair white—one by one—for the past 3 years. I am not a natural car person. I do not just automatically know my way around a wrench. There is something at once terrifying, amazing, and surreal about screaming down the road at 85+ in a car that you yourself more or less touched every bolt on. Turned every screw. Spliced every wire.

Still, all that aside, she wasn’t truly complete until this afternoon when I was able to finally break open the vault and add our all-seeing eye to my own personal pantheon of powered-by (that is just TOO Stan Lee. But! R.D.F.L.).

A different kind of geekery than we normally expect here, true. But geekery still. So I naturally thought of you.

- Hateball