Rough winter for the cedars on the Cape. Quite a few slow-growers from the 19th century fell to the wind. Their purple heart wood sure is pretty though.
The old truck gets a new door panel with scraps of Port Orford cedar left over from a dock job, some cherry and maple offcuts, and speaker cloth from the Ampeg amp rebuild. Next, the dash.
Well, my new ignition coil certainly is prettier than the last. Unfortunately my bike shows no improvements in its fucktitude. Electronic ignition+new coils+new spark cables+fucked bike=me+(shit mechanic*infinity). The algebra of failure.