Not much got done on the cobra over the weekend (sorry Neil) as I was as sick as a dog. Here is a recap of Saturday.

• 4:00am - puke
• 6:00am - more puke
• 7:00am - BARF!
• 9:00am - Hurl
• 11:00am - again with the puking
• 11:30am - dry heaves(oh joy)

And to cap it all off, I was running a 101.8 degree fever, and of course my body felt like I had gotten the snot beat out of me. Not to mention that my stomach muscles hurt like a son of a bitch.

But fear not, all is good on monday night, as Santa delivered some late gifts. My bag o' bolts came in, as did my fuel pickup and my fuel hose. Not to mention my aluminum clutch quadrant. The clutch quadrant got installed, replacing the plastic mustang donor one. The fuel pickup is in. The fuel filter and fuel hose is also in.

I'm feezing the pressure plate dowels hoping that it won't be necessary to bake my flywheel. More on that tomorrow.