I’ve got a mountain of shit to do today—doctor’s appointment, content deadlines, kid logistics, bills stacked like bad decisions—but all I can think about is wrenching on the hot rod. I’m this close to having it dialed in just right, and every minute spent doing anything else feels like a waste of oxygen and caffeine.
The pull of flathead glory is real, and it’s making me about as productive as a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest.
So in the spirit of multitasking and half-assing, I slapped together a quick and dirty video about a case I built for storing Stromberg 97 jets. It’s barely produced, probably riddled with mistakes, but it let me touch the car today—so I’m calling it a win.
Watch it, don’t watch it. I’ll see ya on the other side.













