I wish I had the frame of mind to restore one item at a time. But I am afraid that something is wrong inside my brain. I would never be happy knowing that the classic truck I am driving has dirt and grime, peeling paint and rust under the cab while the front passenger side fender is brand new. I decided to set a goal of 5 years to finish my truck so the day I register and license it, it is pretty much done (if a truck could ever be done). This decision was based on the fact that I needed to know that every nut and bolt was inspected, and a decision was made if it could be saved or replaced, and when it went back in it was clean and free of rust. Even as I restore my truck I wake up in the middle of the night feeling that maybe I missed something, or I messed up a step, and that rust will pop up like the grim reaper coming to claim a soul. I obsess, I retrace the steps in my mind, then doubt my decisions... I am soooo screwed up.
Isn't this hobby fun!? Oh, crap, I'm late for my shrink session...
