Sorry I haven't been around- between the triumph of the Star Wars "Where Science Meets Imagination" exhibit here in L.A. and the tragedy of my brother Tom's murder last week, I just haven't had time for much elife. Add my computer rebuild of the past month, and it's like a forced vacation...
But I'll post a review of the exhibit Gala event shortly. I probably won't feel too motivated until after Tom's funeral, though.
The H-Wing is mostly restored -and back on the charity-event circuit- thanks to the folks that have helped with equipment and time. We've now had the car for 6 years (5 in H-Wing mufti), and put 90,000 miles on her.
Still to do:
Repaint the hood.
Touch up paint- entire car.
Replace vinyl graphics
Fix the aux lights, either with lights or PA speakers, but plug up the holes.
Install fog lamps.
Install the gun tip strobes.
Procure and install lights, automation circuit and sound effects for R2.
Procure and install sound effects for car.
Procure and install power supply for computer.
Interior panels reuphulstered.
Front control arms fixed.
..the fool, or the fool that calls him one?
Whilst driving to Griffith Observatory via the 10 freeway last week, some kids took advantage of the tragically slow traffic to examine the H-Wing. They were aboard what we call "the short bus", those tiny transports usually reserved for tots political correctness has dubbed "developmentally disabled"; we used to call them "retarded". At the charity events I do, they are called "differently-abled".
Most of the kids were excited to see the car, waving and calling out the windows. Their speech difficulties identified them pretty solidly in the "differently-abled" category. But they were having a great time, yelling at R2 and generally upsetting their bus driver.
As traffic began to speed up, and I finally passed the front of the bus, I heard the following from the window just behind the driver's seat:
"DUDE! Your car is totally retarded!"
It was called out with the slurred voice of authority, and I got the feeling that I had just been dissed by the coolest kid on the short bus, who won a bloodless coup and showed how much cooler he was than I amongst his peers.
I had a smile on my face all day knowing that, among the short bus crowd, I was in the short car.