72 hours - my sciroco story

[greg.rocco at gmail.com (Greg Pallett)]

We'll go in reverse order, it's more fun that way. Just this evening I 
finally got the right screws that go behind the HVAC panel to hold the 
center console up. Then I re-glued my rearview mirror up (2nd time in 5 
weeks) and re-sealed the silly plexiglass window in my speaker box.
But oh, the most Drama (yes, capital "D") was on Saturday. I have the 
components of leather seats (removed from the frames) and I had the Drivers 
side reupholstered in new leather, as it was all torn up. The other parts 
were nice enough to leave alone. 
Friday afternoon I picked up the new seatback and it looked great. Figured I 
had my plans for Saturday all figured out.
So, I went to my parents house where I work and keep all my stuff (I'm a 
semi-professional housesitter, modern Nomad). I wanted to do the passenger 
side first, just 'cause. I opened the plastic garbage bag (foreshadowing) 
and took out all the components, then took the new seatbackout of my car. I 
removed the passenger seat (easy!) Dismantling the passenger seat was easy, 
re-assembling the leather seat not so easy. Installation was a bitch, mostly 
cause I hadn't eaten anything and couldn't think clearly, but eventually got 
it in.
Then went looking for the other bag that had the bottom half of the drivers 
seat (ominous music starts playing) I know I brought it back form the 
upholsterers, cause I lexold it earlier, then put it back in the bag... in 
the garage......
long story short it got thrown out *sniff sniff* What kills me is my parents 
can leave other trash in the garage for weeks and not touch it, but this 
stuff (not trash) got tossed rather quickly. Mother feels horrid. As it is 
now, at least I have the bottom cushions from the passenger seat, the 
parents said they'd pay to have them re-done to match the recently re-done 
seatback.. sheesh *shakes head* boy was I pissed.
However, in spite of all that, I added soome air to the front tires, up to 
36 psi and bought some very expensive high-test gas, and I think my car is 
in love with me again. She's so smooth, run so well! Don't tell me they're 
not alive.
Oh yeah, the moral of the story is, if yo keep your scirocco stuff somewhere 
else, LABEL IT CAREFULLY .
There is a bright side to the weekend though, I did manage to score a killer 
deal for a beach house for h2o.
 Cheers,
Greg.

-- 
I'm all about doing monstrously stupid things against
my better judgement.
-Anson