Stop in for a cup of coffee
In the immortal pseudo-word of the Fonz, 'Eyyyyyyyy
Welp, I returned to GrandPop Hoppymunster's diabolical frankincense dungeon laboratory yestiddy after a couple weeks hiatus on scullery and nurse-aide duty for the injured mother-in-law as she semi-recovered from her recent fall. I found the perfesser knee-deep in fiberglas goo, well along on the hood scoop intake plenum, of which I snapped these photos. Hoppy declined to get in the picture.
You can see my recently-unattended GM A-body frame in the background gathering dust and Hoppy debris.