Project Countach

 So, nobody bothered to answer my inquiries about custom CV axles, so after a few weeks of waiting, I decided to make them myself. I mean, if I fuck up, at least I can just send the pieces to one of these shops to have them made. I think I did pretty good. I know the advice is to not make your own by cutting and welding, but I figured I don't owe anyone an explanation for why I did this, so I just made them. They came out pretty good. The main challenge was to figure out how to machine the half-shafts down to so that the two halves matched, and I could put a DOM steel pipe over it. I used the disc sander for this task. It probably took longer than using a lathe, but with steady hands it's possible. So, I machined the large diameter shaft down, and machined the ends down with a significant chamfer. I then slipped a DOM steel tube over it and welded it all. I tested it after install by moving the car uphill, letting it roll downhill, and engaging a gear suddenly. They didn't

 Eddie Brown. That was the name of the supposed "friend" I had back in the day who did me wrong with the CD. On a more recent note, I've just had to tell a "good" friend to go take a hike. This person I won't out, because he needs to get his life in order, but in general I was just done with the constant alcoholism, asking for money, and constant re-visiting of old work topics that nobody can do anything about now. It was just... constant and it wore me down. The funny part is that despite me telling him "You do not contact me" guess what the guy does? Repeatedly? I don't know where I meet such individuals. It's a trend and I've decided to hold off on any friend-making until my general life is ready for one. Work has been.... fun. I hate being reminded week after week about "unregretted attrition" targets, and how it needs to be met "somehow". I hate the constant reminders to tell my team to return to the office, alw