Bert-Ove had brought the spindles and began to assemble but missing cotter pins. Several in the workshop missed stuff and we sent Godfrey Krantz 12 years with a shopping list to Mekonomen (Like Advanced Autoparts in Sweden) in the same house.
-Mekonomens Cash register had broken down, he reported when he came back with a bag full of stuff.
-They said they could not take payment... Yeahh sure! THANK’S Mekko.
4:30 p.m. In the afternoon wheels sat in place. The car is lowered onto its new height and wheels crawl into the wheel wells. The gang gathered, the fans were turned off and there is silence in the workshop. A much needed respite. It looked perfect.
-Ahh so neat everyone said and gratitude goesto Fatman Fabrications in the United States. In the rear we could have withstood a couple of inch more lowering. Two men stood in the trunk and the car looked better. With a full tank, water-filled spare wheel and tool box in concrete, it may be ok. The sun goes down for the second day. I looked at the clock, 4.30 p.m. – already! It was as if the garage was a capsule from where you saw the sun rise and set over the earth.
All moves to the body which has far to go. Moreover, the hood is far from done, not the sun visor, not the rims. All chrome shall be addressed and...I see that everyone sees the crazy in the whole thing, the madness, yet nobody says anything. They just continue. Hours go by. Samuel is sweating. In Dennis’s face runs furrows of black soot. Only thing needed is that one throws the tools of fatigue and insight and this whole everything goes down the drain but it is quiet.
I look at Per. The young gun. Is he falling apart?
-What is it, he says, and I go in to the computer room and write on th eblog on usabil.nu
The time is 8:22 p.m. Now the guys ave been running for 28 hours with a total of 4 hours sleep and now the speed increases, the intensity. Now you can feel the the fatigue thick but also the energy around the car.