I've pretty much decided to stop converting my car to a slushbox for my mom. What I'm going to do is buy a '72 510 (1600 for the rest of the world), one that is already an automatic, for her and go back to a five speed in the 1200 for me.
As you may or may not remember, that car was being called Mini-Pearl, for reasons which I won't go into as they aren't that important now. That name will now be transferred to the 510. Therefore, I am going to go back to its original name and start calling it Gil again. This lead me to an amusing thought excersize, a dramatic interlude, if you will. The scene is, I am talking to someone near the car.

Someone: "Hey, isn't that the car you call Mini-Pearl?"
Me: "Well, yes it is, but I'm calling it Gil again."
Someone: "Gilligan huh? Like the island?"
Me: "No, Gil," pause for effect, "again."
Someone: "Um, isn't that what I just said?"
Me: "No, you said Gilligan. I said Gil," another dramatic pause, "again."
Someone: "Look buddy, no matter how slow you say it, it's still the same."
Me: "I'm through talking to you now. Go away."