Some of you may remember my problem.
This Monday I take my sweet beast to a man who only works on concept cars. Being the slow season and knowing my nephew, he has agreed to repair my leather dashboard. When I met many of your in Pasadena, the problem was just starting. It has grown worst as time has past. Hopefully by Wednesday I will have my thing back in one piece.
I have never met anyone like this gentleman. He and his wife have made a very good living doing the interiors of cars, which various manufactures wish to show the public. They give him some drawings and when the “car” comes to him, he finishes the inside. It took me two and half years to finally be able to have this repair. He does not work with the general public. I lucked out, he and his wife lived but a few blocks from me.
“Little John” has had my leather covered thing from my passenger seat. It is the cover for the mechanisms, which makes the seat adjust forward and back leaning. He needed it for the color of my leather.
He will find Monday that my passenger side sun visor falls down. I must remove the duct tape stuff from my ceiling. Yes, it is a little tacky. Wrong, it is very tacky using duct tape to hold up my passenger sun visor. Personally, I could care less. It bothers me little as I drive the 550. My friends like to see the road and what they are passing. Heck, they are not happy to be in my car. That is not good because my car is the finest car of the 20th century.
Hopefully I will be putting on about a thousand miles shortly. My sweet thing loves the idea of going so far. It may even be able to have some lunch (a BMW, Corvette, Porsche, or MB.) He-he.
My drive is up Highway 1 to the bay area and then to my capital. Finally home.
Bonzi.
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This Monday I take my sweet beast to a man who only works on concept cars. Being the slow season and knowing my nephew, he has agreed to repair my leather dashboard. When I met many of your in Pasadena, the problem was just starting. It has grown worst as time has past. Hopefully by Wednesday I will have my thing back in one piece.
I have never met anyone like this gentleman. He and his wife have made a very good living doing the interiors of cars, which various manufactures wish to show the public. They give him some drawings and when the “car” comes to him, he finishes the inside. It took me two and half years to finally be able to have this repair. He does not work with the general public. I lucked out, he and his wife lived but a few blocks from me.
“Little John” has had my leather covered thing from my passenger seat. It is the cover for the mechanisms, which makes the seat adjust forward and back leaning. He needed it for the color of my leather.
He will find Monday that my passenger side sun visor falls down. I must remove the duct tape stuff from my ceiling. Yes, it is a little tacky. Wrong, it is very tacky using duct tape to hold up my passenger sun visor. Personally, I could care less. It bothers me little as I drive the 550. My friends like to see the road and what they are passing. Heck, they are not happy to be in my car. That is not good because my car is the finest car of the 20th century.
Hopefully I will be putting on about a thousand miles shortly. My sweet thing loves the idea of going so far. It may even be able to have some lunch (a BMW, Corvette, Porsche, or MB.) He-he.
My drive is up Highway 1 to the bay area and then to my capital. Finally home.
Bonzi.
8)
