Well, it brewed for over a week after a snap fleabay find... 1950 Ford F1, chopped, bagged (never thought I'd have a bagged car/truck) good driver with Chevy driveline (not my taste, but good and reliable). She needs a bit of TLC, but I can drive her around now and make her mine over time. The best part was going out to Palm Desert area to buy her sight unseen, pay, get pinks and bill of sale, once over from the seller (whole deal took 10 minutes!) and jam out to a gig in San Diego. Then party, crash out, get up at dawn and drive 'er all the way back to SF without any major problems. I'll never forget that feeling (new to me). Does it get any better?