Nearly every great thing in my life has been a direct result of my passion for hot rodding.
The only reason I met my wife was because I picked her up off an Arizona riverbank in my homebuilt, 100 mph Rogers jet boat. I ran my first 8-second pass at the drag strip because my friends and I built one helluva trip-five Chevy. I’ve road tripped across almost every state in the U.S.A thanks to my love of modifying cars. It’s no coincidence that those kinds of highs are usually accompanied by similar lows. I blame the Party Pulley for both.
The Party Pulley is your best friend when opportunity for fun arises but he’s also that annoying friend-of-a-friend pushing you into situations that end with connecting rods on the floor, with you in jail, or both.
You can’t have victory without a little defeat and you can’t appreciate the good without the bad, so I say let the Party Pulley into your life whenever possible and don'’t worry - It’ll buff out.