I just had to visit the "other woman"... No, not a mistress, although the Mrs. would probably call the Firebird that at times.
See, we sold our house May 2009, and all of our stuff has been put in storage since that time as we wait to build a new house this year. The first thing that went into the storage units was the '69 vert.
So last night, in the dead of winter, I told my wife I just had to go and look at the car. So we drove to the storage unit, I shoveled away the snow that was piled against the door, unthawed the locks, and opened the door.
Once inside, I rearanged all the stuff we put in there (we intentionally put the bird in first in the middle, then stacked stuff in front and behind so nobody could ever see the bird there if they pryed open the door.)
After wiggling through a made walkway around clutter and boxes, I got to the car in the middle. I pulled back the car cover, opened the door and sat inside. I used the flashlight to look around the interior, open and close the glove compartment, adjust the mirror, basically just soaked in the ambience of the project.
After sitting in there a while, I put the car cover back on, relocked the doors, closed & locked the storage doors, and went home.
Sometimes you just have to visit the "other woman" to keep your sanity during the long cold winter.
