Oh Fry-Pan, Where art thou?

Don't worry...I wasn't incarcerated.  I wasn't even "on the lamb."   Nope...I moved.  To make a long story short:



-Man boy buys truck
-Boy starts restoring truck
-Boy realizes he doesn't have enough room to restore truck and his landlord is a giant douche bag
-Boy also has another child on the way and his current home feels like it is shrinking by the minute
-Boy finally "mans-up" and buys a house

So needless to say, life has been pretty hectic the past few months.  As most anyone will attest, finding and buying a home is a huge undertaking.  In truth, however, our search and ultimate purchase went quite quickly.  What hasn't gone quickly is the whole "moving" part.  Having rented for the last 3 years, I forgot how much work is involved in home ownership.  Couple this with a crazy busy work schedule and a smattering of social obligations and  it is pretty easy to see how the Fry-Pan restoration got placed on the back burner.

On the bright side, we bought a great home and are now about 95% settled in....ahhh, there's no place like home.  But perhaps the greatest part of this entire thing is that I have decided to construct a shop on our new property...a "hobby haven," a "man cave," a "fortress of solitude," a "Fry-Pan World Headquarters" if you will.

But before I could even think about starting the construction of my shop, I had to actually relocate my truck to our new home (a mere 17 miles east of our rental home).  Now, had I not disassembled 80% of my truck this would have been a relatively straight forward proposition.  Needless to say, such was not the case.  Fortunately, I was able to guilt one of my buddies with a trailer into helping me move all the body pieces and parts that still were not attached to the frame (its amazing what a Mexican dinner and a few beers will get you).

Without my buddy Ryan (and his wife who also helped), I probably would have had to rent a truck to move my truck...how bass-ackwards would that have been?

Of course, I still had to move the chassis and cab (which I left attached).  This was a little trickier of a proposition given that the steering column had been detached and there were no breaks.  Too chicken to try and move it myself, I did what any poser like me would do...I had it towed.  When the guy showed up to tow it, I asked him if he would only change me half price since more than half the truck was missing, but he didn't find that funny.

Seventeen Miles and $65.00 later Fry-Pan was safe and sound in his new home.  So why haven't I started working on it yet, you ask?   Well, the truck is currently buried behind a couple dozen boxes and I still have no place/space to work....but all that is about to change.  In fact, I am just a few short weeks away from occupying my new shop and get back to wrenchin' on the dream.

Although it will be several weeks before this happens, I will probably post several more entries about the outbuilding's construction (I have been taking photos along the way).  So stay tunes friends and family...more to come!