Nothing too heart breaking, just utter disappointment.

I got a free 1976 MGB from a family member. It was her late husbands, she gave it to my cousin first, he tried working on it and couldn’t do it, then moved away and couldn’t take it with him, and they gave it to me.

In my youthful exuberance I thought a full restoration could be done in less than a year in the back yard, with paint being farmed out.

Well, I took it apart completely, bought a bunch of new parts I’d need, and it’s been sitting scattered across 4 garages for the better part of a decade now.

Every time I see her she asks if it will ever get done so she can go for a ride in it, and it always fills me with existential dread and an acute awareness of all my unfinished projects.