Picked up my lovely '72 Squareback on Friday. I got off the train 1 stop early, then took a bus to the repair shop. Waiting for the bus, I figured it was going to be a while, but no sooner had I opened my book that the 22 (aka my fine steed) arrived and I was on my way. I grinned as soon as I saw Weezy, naked once again and back to her beautiful, rusty pale blue self. She started right up, thanks to the magic fingers of Nick, my mechanic. The shrink-wrap remover guy had said that the side panels came off just fine but the top was jacked up so I was not prepared to see Weezy's side panels all jacked up, like gigantic bruises on either side of her. The two rear panels had been replaced at some point in her 30 years, it was the paint from them that caused the problem.

Looks like she's headed for a paintjob next month. All along, I'd figured on navy blue, which is pretty, but not stock. But lately I can't stop thinking about kelly green.