That's a new clutch in a 1980 Ford F-100.
Oh weekend, where'd you go? Between Adam's visit, the gift he brought me, and reinstalling a transmission, I'm feeling mostly dead. Here, have a James Wright poem:
I Was Afraid of Dying
I was afraid of dying
In a field of dry weeds.
All day long I have been walking among damp fields,
Trying to keep still, listening
To insects that move patiently.
Perhaps they are sampling the fresh dew that gathers slowly
In empty snail shells
And in the secret shelters of sparrow feathers fallen on the