Life's been pretty stressfull around here lately. This morning I rediscovered a 'happy place'. I was driving down the road on a beautiful Michigan spring day in my semi-restored '74 K5 with the top off while listening to an engine I built as I shifted gears in my SM465. [Preposition Overload?] Somehow it makes it all seem worth while. Even if I have spent my time 10:1 wrenching vs. driving!