I really messed up! Messed up! Messed uuuup!
Phew, that feels better. Messed up.
That’s what I want to say to myself.
First, the parts order was delayed, which held up the engine assembly.
Just one oil seal and two O-rings—wasted two whole days on that! Ugh.
So! The engine is finally almost done, but I have to transplant the cam from the old engine.
I thought about just putting in a stock cam and closing it up, but I decided against it.
Tomorrow, Metallica pads, a Brembo master cylinder, and a Bright silencer are supposed to arrive.
That brings the number of vehicles I can work on to three. Where do I even start?
I’m feeling down. 5:20 p.m.
