Skoda Rally Blog

I was watching QI the other night, and Stephen Fry was describing a manic depressive, who took a car completely to bits during a manic phase, putting every part on a sheet with a drawn outline on it, meticulously laying out the entire car. And then he had a depressive phase and smashed everything up. I’ve had several moments like that this week, some self-inflicted. Like buying a seat using someone’s measurements that I didn’t check, and then finding out those measurements were wrong, and then having to try to get the seat returned, etc.

And then finding out my old seat rails need to be removed again and some better ones welded in place, which meant I’d been an idiot not planning the first ones properly.

And so on. The latter part of the week has involved muchola frustration, as nothing seems to be fitting. The tools I need to finish jobs off need to be ordered, and everything is a mess. There have been delays finding parts (still waiting for the Limited Slip Diff), and I don’t have a spare gearbox or the strut-tops machined to fit.

Or, in short, the week is summed up with the following equation:

Progress = 0