I had the time, the road was open, I was going to do something I hadn't had the opportunity to do yet. I was going to kick this year off with a shop tour of Art Morrison enterprises.
Then I had to make a doctors appointment, no matter there was still time in the morning. However as the day crept closer I realized I had one day off this week, and a laundry list of things to do, so I didn't make the drive.
I know I should, if for no other reason then their cool and close by. Their not some major facility in Indiana pumping out kits like Dunkin and his donuts. Their a local company right here in my backyard.
I'm desperate to one day this year get down there and see the products with my own two hands. I'm afraid if I don't I may do something rash, extremely ignorant and Ill advised.
I know that if I put a 2 inch lowering block under my 3 inch lowering block, my questionable ride will become a nightmare. I know that a 4 link is exactly what I need to install to build the Black Pearl into the car that can handle like my dreams.
I know this without question, Art Morrison has everything one would need to achieve the goals. I know that with my modest tool set, unwavering dedication and a welder. I know I would be able to install their suspension in my food stamp sized garage on my miniscule budget.
These are things I know are right and true and just in the world. The items blessed by the God's of speed. There in lies the problem.
While I know the right road to take, the Demon's of low wisper in the air. "If you can't go, you might as well be low!" It's a nagging itching ever present tick of the brain.
By 8:15 that day I found myself kneeling on one knee at the department store of auto parts, box in my hand, " it's only $35 dollars" the voice said, "you could be tail dragging by lunch, step up sucker!"
As hard as it was, I went and made breakfast instead. I'll be making that trip this year.
