Ode to a Delta 88--update

Dammit--all back together and the thing still runs on 7.

Options are--scrap the bastard, or stick it out behind my garage (thereby cementing my status as true redneck emeritus) and drop a new engine in it this spring. I'm really angry, so I think it's gonna be the latter, because I'll be screwed if I'm gonna let this thing get the better of me.

Although, seeing it go to the crusher--fuck that, watching it actually in the crusher--would be perversely therapeutic...

I'll wait a couple of days and let myself cool off, and then we'll see.

Crap.