Hello my name is Grant. Can you help me? I have a problem.
I have been a gearhead since my first Formula One race, the South African Grand Prix in 1972. Don't know what started the addiction - the sounds, the smells, the hot babes in the pits?
Since moving to CO 9 years ago, my problem has become worse. I have worked in motorsports, and my hobby was mild offroading in a stock XJ. I have met a lot of people with the same problem (or should I call them enablers) and due to the peer pressure I succumbed to the worst of the addictions - rock crawling. My habit has only become worse. Initially it was visible only in the credit card receipts, small aftermarket parts mostly. Then it became increasingly noticeable when the Jeep started growing in height, 31's, 33's, 35's,
I was noticing a similar pattern amongst some fellow wheelers, the more we discussed it the worse it became.
My wife started to notice the problem when small time parts purchases started to become major machinery and tool purchases. I could no longer satisfy my urges with a quick trip to the Craftsman aisle in Sears, it was taking tool catalogues to get my fix.
I think I realized the extent of my problem in December, and immediately checked myself into an industrial park rental space. They were kind enough to give me a two Jeep garage and workspace. The addiction reached a peak with the arrival of the tube bender, which requires regular doses of DOM and chromoly. Instead of helping my problem, admitting to it has only made it worse, plans are underway to move to a larger shop, more space, more tools, more vehicles. Just yesterday a quick trip to the dyno room to test the 383 SBC had to be enhanced by a dry sump conversion. Is there an end to the madness?
Unfortunately my affliction is not limited to the dirt, it seems that any motor sufficiently powered by dead dinsoaurs will cause me to feel a sense of euphoria and deliriousness. Unfortunately my wife is starting to fall under the same spell, occasional drives in the XJ and Mini Cooper S are no longer sufficient to soothe her cravings, she has just upped the stakes to a WRX STi.
Where will it all end? Can someone help? Wait, Do I want help?