The local Swedes chapter met on wednesday night (boris, pinstriper, myself). My vote for our loose organization was "Norwegian Mafia," but in the end we decided tongue in cheek satire was more appropriate than ethnic pride. Pinstriper modified my dash and made an insert from scratch, I mounted my rear bones to the xmember which was installed in the frame, and boris didn't build me a decklid, but provided motivation by staring at my car in disbelief all night long. Apparently my car body is what they call "rough". Who knew?
The Hamm's flowed like honey and the menthol Swisher Sweets competed with the rust and silica abrasive dust to shorten our lives as quickly as possible. And the conversations. . . . truly intellectual. In the end, we were a little dumber and two steps closer to making the yet unnamed model A ready for the road.