Pull on that bottle o' brew. Pull on the ceegar. The smoke boils up in front of you, fogging the vision of a stock early Ford frame lying sideways against a storage rack. You get up, walk around and test yourself to see if you really do have everything you need to build that car, like you been sayin'. Everthing is here.
Pesky job gets in the way of that, too.
Hop Up Guys have jobs. So here, really, Man, is every stinkin' thing the dream piece wants. Just tripped over the parts that are laid out on the floor for the one that's in progress now. Maybe we DO have something we could be doing tonight. Better pour out the rest of this beer.