As I was installing my new Pace Edwards Jackrabbit Roll-top cover on Saturday, I came to the realization that I am officially ready for spring. As I was crouched over in the back of my new Chevy Silverado’s box, getting dripped on with melting snow from the carport, and hit in the face with the 10-15 mile-per-hour winds that made it feel like 10 degrees on my skin, I am thinking, what the HELL am I doing here?
I miss four-wheeling, and I can’t wait for muddin season again. My friend Joe says someone he knows is organizing a mud run at the County Fairgrounds for the month of March. If my truck passes the tech inspection, I’ll probably be up for it. If not, it’ll be a cool opportunity to make a new video.
This weather gets me depressed. Aren’t we supposed to be having another Indian Summer? Aren’t we about due for one? According to Sky-Max 5 chief meterologist Dave Dahl, it doesn’t look like it. 20s and 30s for highs again for the next 7 days, which sounds shitty into the start of March. I usually have the Camaro out by this time, and yet, the roads are still heavily sanded, and we haven’t dried out for weeks…
Piss on this roll-top cover for now. The thing doesn’t close because I need to re-shim the rails, and now there’s another half inch of ice and snow on the ground outside. I need a warm garage!