Transition periods suck

Well, it's that time of the year. Though I can't be sure until I drive home, it appeared this morning that the roads were blessed with their first coating of salt overnight. This signals the official end to "car" season. The Camaro will not travel over public roads until they've been sufficiently cleansed by spring rain.

However... we're still at least 3 weeks away from the start of snowmobile season, though it's entirely possible that it could be even farther away depending on when we get sufficient snow.

For me, driving is my release. It's time to myself. It's adrenaline and excitement. It's relaxation. It's the culmination of my hard work and efforts that have gone into restoring/upgrading/maintaining my vehicles. In the winter, I have to park my cars, and that leaves a huge void in my "entertainment" quota for each week. For the last couple years I drove my truck, which while quite different from my cars, was still a very fun vehicle to use. This year I'm not driving the truck, but instead I'm driving Kristin's Camry. While reliable and very economical, driving it puts me into a coma.

Fortunately, my snowmobile helps me fill that void. While it's a very different experience than driving my car, it's filled with excitement and entertainment, but still provides me with plenty of relaxation. It certainly helps me to get through the winter. But... right now I'm in that transition where I get to do neither. It's only been a couple days since I drove the Corvette, but I'm already getting that antsy, twitchy feeling of restlessness that drives me absolutely insane. I need to get my current speaker project finished so that I can start wrenching on the cars before I go nuts.