Bonding with my son over Mopars

My Dad started me out (I'm the oldest son) by making me stand out in two feet of snow holding his tools so they wouldn't freeze.
We cut and hauled firewood together, worked on cars, tractors and other equipment as I grew up.
My very first car of my own was and old Chrysler Windsor when I was 13 and I changed out the trans by myself.
When he was at work at the local prison I would get up at 4 in the morning before school, go out and clear the snow away from our caterpillar (TD4) so I could make a small fire under the crankcase so I would be able to crank start it by myself.
Then I would drive it down to the plowed road and tow him up to the house when he got there.
After about a half hour of warming the oil I would raise the engine cover, get the crank in the right position, squirt it with starting fluid and the jump off the track onto the crank and it usually fired up.
My Dad drove a VW bug at the time that he bought brand new for $625.00 and one day as I was backing the cat up to hook up the chain my foot slipped off the clutch because of the ice, and I backed the cat clear up to the windshield on the VW totally crushing the entire front end of the poor bug.
I was about 11 when that one happened and I thought he was going to kill me.
He just bailed out of the bug thinking I may not stop the tractor in time, looked at the poor VW and laughed.
He said "accidents happen" and if it was anyones fault it was his for expecting so much from me at such a young age.
As I grew up we rode dirtbikes together, and as I got older we put down a ton of interstate street miles together on big dresser bikes.

Today, he lives about 2 miles from me and can barely get out of his chair by himself, or barely speak anthing we can undestand or hear.
From a huge strong man of the house and family to someone nobody hardly even listens to anymore, or even cares what he says.

Now it's my turn to raise my four kids and take my place as the oldest man in the family.
So it seems I will be the next one to sit around saying things no one cares about or understands when I talk about my life and past memories.

That's life I guess.