Few people realize this, and even those that do donít always fully comprehend what is being said, but there is a 90 day lead to publication. What that means is as Iím writing this weíre just recovering from Hurricane Irma.
Five days post storm itís become a routine Iíd just as soon put on hold. Storm preparations began with plenty of gasoline on hand for the generator, but thatís long gone. Each morning encompasses placing two empty containers into a vehicle and a trip is made to the local gasoline station. Gasoline supplies are meager, but if one knows where to look it can be found. Once in line itís simply a matter of waiting until a pump is open. From there payment is made to the clerkóIíll take $30 on pump number whatever--and 10 gallons of gasoline is pumped into the two five gallon containers and the balance into carís fuel tank.
Until next month,
Grocery stores are beginning to reopen, but deliveries havenít been made, so the lines are long and there is little on the shelf. The same goes for spirits. If a person wants (or feels he needs) an adult beverage he takes what is available as the pickings are pretty slim. Itís like an apocalypse in miniature. Staples needed for everyday existence are in short supply and all transactions are cash only. Since there are no working phone, or internet lines credit or debit card transactions are impossible.
By no means am I the only one who has ever suffered the wrath of Mother Nature. Many of the distributors that dealers do routine business with are located on the eastern seaboard, and although time heals all wounds, several years ago hurricane Sandy nearly wiped several out, and in speaking with friends, my experiences with Irma brought back not so fond memories of Sandy. Itís well known that the potential for natural destruction lurks in just about every corner of the world. This isnít the first time Iíve been without modern conveniences for an extended period of time, and Iím sure it wonít be the last. Regardless of the drama, life moves forward.
One day not so long ago I mentioned to Cindy that with my back troubles I felt something thatís been a big part of my life for so many years would be coming to an end. Iíve been riding motorcycles since the age of 14 when I saved enough money to buy a small bike. Itís not a balance issue, but with my back problems piquing, if the bike were to begin to tip, letís say while stopped at a traffic signal, it would simply fall over. There would be nothing I could do.
It was probably a couple of weeks later that Cindy called from work and suggested I come in and look at a recent trade. In front of me was a 2011 Harley Davidson with a matching factory sidecar. Within an hour the deal was struck, but what a mess it was. I donít believe the unit ever saw the comfort and protection of a garage. Everything was sun-bleached, pitted or rusty. It was time to begin whatís known in the motor vehicle world as a ďrustoration.Ē It will never be a show bike, but at least it can be ridden around town without embarrassment.
It took a considerable amount of time and effort. There were days when the feelings of frustration were completely overwhelming, but in each instance the overwhelming project was broken down into smaller, more easily managed tasks, and after a couple of months I found myself putting a final coat of polish on the machine.
If youíre asking what does this have to do with hobby dealers itís a lot more relevant than you may imagine. Many projects can seem overwhelming, so they are frequently put to the side, which oftentimes only makes matters worse. Take the overwhelming project and break it down into smaller jobs. As each of these is accomplished take on another until the job is finished.