Garcia Family - Daytona Coupe

Not much new to report this week.  So if I can.  If you'll allow me.  If you wouldn't mind too terribly much.  I may digress. It's about cars, yes.  Of course, this is a blog about a car.  But this is also a story about us. A story about where we've been and where we're going, and this car?  This car is just one step in that adventure.  That adventure I wouldn't trade for all the anything in the world.  The stuff is fun and vaguely amusing, but the memories.  The relationships, the stories, the adventures.  That's the treasure.  For me this ridiculous thing with wheels is a way to create memories.  When it's done it will be a fun toy to have, but it's the journey that got us there.  And then the memories we will create with it, the places it will take us to, the people we will meet just because they want to stop us and say "Woah! Cool! Tell me about this" I started this blog with a statement about my love of wheeled t...

 54 pages and hundreds of parts.  Factory Five suggests going through every box and taking full inventory of all the parts to both familiarize yourself with everything and to make sure nothing is missing.  This step of the process was oddly satisfying, and while most of the parts were easy to identify there were a few mystery pieces that took a minute and some internet searching to decipher.  The box with the side pipes?  Easy, check.  The box with thousands of fasteners... that one took a moment.  Also while I have worked on cars, I've never touched the HVAC system so that entire section was a little confusing. There are now a variety of boxes scattered all over the garage, but we've done our best to label and catalog all the parts so when it comes time to install we should be able to located them. Fortunately I had some willing helpers for this task, which went smoothly with only a few parts not included.  Elizabeth was especially helpful in add...

Nothing can describe the excitement, the anticipation, the nervousness of this moment.  This had been built up in my mind for nearly 30 years, and even now the morning of delivery it still didn't feel real.  The Driver was texting periodically as the time approached to give me updates.  He was coming. To our house.  To deliver our car.  But still... still it didn't feel real.  Not until it was firmly planted in our garage and the driver had left would it feel real.  The site of this truck stopping in front of your house for car guys is enough to make a grown man act like a 5 year old on Christmas morning.  Proud to say I didn't do anything too embarrassing.   The kids are glad too. The driver Mark was every bit the kind patient gentleman I'd heard the Stewart Transport drivers would be.  They've been delivering these cars since the beginning 30 years ago and have the process down to an exact science.  Lena and Elizabeth kept in...