"So, I have a question.  There were all those leaves and crap stuck in that radiator, right?  Well there's something that concerns me about that and I wanted to run it by you. You know how wet leaves never really decompose?  How the decayed leaf fiber is sort of indestructible and will still be in that engine 25 years from now?"  

Crashbox looks up from the cigarette he is rolling. "Yeah?" 

"Well here's the thing, I figure it would be easy to take that thing off and flush it out backwards with, well at least pouring, some water through it."  Here I go again. The OCD is never going to recede completely no matter how hopeless, how lost the subject may be. Face it dude, this project is going to get the same princess treatment that the V-Strom gets when I change its oil.  This is just a fact of the universe.  The radiator gets flushed before the engine is started for the first time in its (rebuilt) life.  Because this is proper.  And the wiring will be sorted and made reliable.  Oh sweet mother, the wiring.

(the thoughts that have going through my brain lately about redoing the wiring are insane, I quite assure you.  In my sleep I have Pixar visions of following a little electron from the battery to the starter to the ignition switch to the start button to the fuse box hence outwards to the headlights to the gauges to the gauge lights ad nauseam infinitum wondering which switch which relay where switch where relay. I mean, I don't really care - I just think that since there is so little to making the old anvil of a truck and all of its two accessories run, that there is doubly no excuse for whatever works to be unreliable.  No excuse whatsoever, so I think I will end up rewiring all of it.  Just 'cuz.)

Crazy, crazy.  And it is, frankly, things like this that make me doubt myself and my own sanity in even being part of Imperfect'd.  For someone who places so much stock on perfection and the journey thereto....it seems wrong, somehow.