Captainkirk's Duster project

Went to a dinner party for some friends tonight who are moving, so that sorta shot down working on The Duke for the evening. But I did go out to "Wayne's World" tonight, popped Born To Run into the CD and cranked it up, cracked a cold one and dreamed a dream as I viewed my handiwork......
This journey is taking a long time. Too long. Nevermind the fact that I started it late in the race. The urge to quick-slap it together so I can hear it run is tempered by the desire to do it better than the L'il Red Minx ever was, or ever could have been, and the desire to produce a finished product 100% the way I want it using the caliber of workmanship I know I (and nobody else) can produce. It's disheartening to admit that I'm truly on a five-year plan; part of me fears I'll fail and the Duke will backslide to the back burner once again, part of me fears I'll lose interest again, and part of me fears interruption yet again by life's little quirks that so often pop up their weasel-shaped heads. But then the other part of me stands back and views the work I've accomplished since I started up again this season, and sees that, hey, this is QUALITY, not quantity, thoroughness and not speed, and a huge wave of satisfaction washes over me. It cannot be any other way. As I read back through the early chapters of this story, I realize I spun a pretty bitchin' tale on paper. Because it smacks of sincerity. And if I'm any less sincere with this project, nothing I do (or write about it) will make any difference, to me or anyone else, because the sincerity will not be there; the tale will not ring true. We motorheads can spot a phony a mile away. So, painful as it is, I have to continue to take the slow road and do it right. After all, this IS The Duke we're talking about. Hope you'll all bear with me as the struggle for forward progress continues......

(Time is a cruel master):clock: