I did eventually want a truck to pull a car trailer with. I also wanted something like a 4x4 that would travel on the ice we get around here in the Winter. I definitely did not want a truck to be my main commuting vehicle. So I thought "why not build a restomod truck from the same era as my other Mopars?". It will be a part of my collection and still serve a purpose.
Even though the thing only cost me $738, I had extreme "buyer's remorse" after handing over the money. I'm beginning to feel like I have an affliction. That affliction is visualizing the finished project while grossly underestimating the amount of work and money that will be required to complete the vision. I have more projects than I can probably ever finish, and here I was buying another one. My grlfriend Jo Ann even went with me to look at the truck but did not even try to talk me out of getting it.
My buyer's remorse got worse when, after completing the deal, I realized that I couldn't drive the truck home because of a brake problem. The remorse worsened even more as Triple A deposited the shabby truck in my driveway, in the very spot that had just been vacated by one of the unfinished projects I had just sold.
I had a definite ill feeling the next day as I ventured out to the driveway to further inspect the object of my impulse purchase. Jo Ann walked over to console me when I starting noticing the good things about the truck. I was pointing out this thing and that to her, and what could be done to each area of the vehicle. After a while, we had both become excited about the possibilities of this new project. The more we talked about it, the more excited we became. We began looking at materials and planning colors. It was about then I realized she had now acquired the affliction too.
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