Not much ink gets spilled over Gertie anymore, though that's not to say we don't love her. We just don't have time for her right now.
The plan, such that it is, is that she's the car upon which I--and E, if she's willing--will learn how to do body work. Hopefully this can happen before her 50th birthday. Also, she has a fuel injection issue I have yet to figure out (see: time, lack thereof), which makes her somewhat unreliable (I'd sooner push her off a cliff than hack carb(s) into her, to head that suggestion off at the pass).
But anyway, happy 43rd, Gertie.