2012 Issue

33 to verbalize it in person. So I bought new wire spoke wheels and put them on the car. The wire wheels were on the car to make my intentions clear. The car is going to look and run great when it’s done. I expected everyone that worked on the car to have the same vision. The engine was somewhat reliable when we took it to the body shop. I was amazed at the skill and thoroughness of themen work- ing on the body. During the body shop phase I was talking to the guy who was most enthusiastic about the project. It turned out that he owned a Corvair when he was a kid. He still had pictures of it in his wallet. Again, that’s amazing. He had the vision of what the car could be. The body work was complete and the engine was still somewhat okay. The car was not yet domesticated. It left puddles of oil where ever it went. So, off to a specialist in air cooled engines. He had the car on the road in a week with a provision that the car would be in the shop for an engine rebuild during the winter. I have been grinning a lot on warm autumn afternoons with the top down, riding along in my automobile. I know what the car is supposed to be. It’s still not domesticated. I guess that’s what you get when you become the possession of an old car. STORY THREE I am a Utah football fan. In my stadium section we have a bunch of characters who show up every year. They are generally good natured and add to the atmosphere of the game. We have the three tenors who make the Star Spangled Banner worth listening to. We have a lawyer, a couple of engineers, and a family and their grandparents, and then we have the drunks. The drunks are loud, crude and leave us wondering how the heck they get their booze in the gate. This year we had some intense low times in the stadium due to the early losses. I noticed there was still some joy going on when a fellow fan would inflate a beach ball and start the ball bopping around in the stands. Unfortunately, Guest Services took a dim view of such frivolity and joy, hunted down the beach balls and confiscated them. The Guest Services guy in our portal attracted the teasing nature of the drunks and was given the moniker of McLovin. McLovin was particularly aggressive in searching out the beach balls. He would lie in wait for an unsuspecting beach ball to come his way. He would literally pounce on the beach balls, and with a CREATIVE ENGINEER | continued on page 34