Covid Chronicles
The 912 was still at Reese’s place, I hadn’t yet made arrangements to retrieve it. I’d already ordered a shitload of parts to continue rebuilding it, and eagerly awaited the chance to work on it. I was planning on flying out in the summer and overseeing the loading and shipping of the car, but increasingly, it was becoming clear the world was going to shut down, sooner than later. The Covid crisis was rapidly overtaking China, and parts of Europe, it wouldn’t be long before it came to the U.S....