Ugliness happened. Stress happened. Within the space of 3 months at the tail end of 2002, my work environment went from sheer bliss and total satisfaction to absolute hell and utter stress. I kept telling myself that I'd need to bring the car home so I could immerse myself in the multitude of improvement projects that the car was slated for, in an attempt to forget the craziness that was going on at work. It didn't happen... my motivation at work / home / everything in my life was absolutely zero... there was just no desire at all to go dig this car out of its storage deep in a subbasement garage of an appartment complex not far from where I work.
On top of it, I had just purchased a new car (the 2003 Mercury Marauder, seen elsewhere on this site) and that pretty much kept me satisfied on the automotive front.
So I honestly did get the enthusiasm for getting the '78 and working on it before the end of the 2003 season. In fact, at some point it even looked like I'd have no more than 3-4 weeks with the car before having to store it again. Didn't happen: work kept me incredibly busy (in a good way, I'm very happy to state) and I just didn't see the possibility of going through the headaches of digging out the car for so little time. The decision to build a new home also cemented the need to keep the car where it was for the time being. So long, 2003....