Well, today is December 18th, my birthday. The Big Six Oh. Not older than God or even dirt, but pretty dadburned old, nonetheless. As George Burns said, "If I had known that I would live this long, I would have taken better care of myself." I still have outlived my Dad and both of his brothers, so that's something to crow about. I can still hold up my big ol' sickle and ride the snot out of it, so screw everything else.

No progress on the Ranger swap. I'm still waiting for the necessary parts to arrive. In the meantime, I'm working on some of my woodworking projects that have been on the back burner for a while. A sewing machine cabinet for the wife and a table for a friend. The cabinet was finished, but the top warped, so I need to build another one. Bummer, but "stuff" happens

That's my 47 Whizzer in the background. I'm doing it as a "barn fresh restoration". I have rebuilt and prettied up the engine, put on new whitewalls and a new echo pipe. All the rest will remain original patina.