They do it a differently.... and I respect that

Great post, how true! My dad felt that a car was meant to get from "point A to point B," without breaking down. I remember him coming home one afternoon as I was taking a "used" Algon fuel injection system, I had bought, out of the box. "What the hell is that?" "How much did you pay for it?" It was for my 56 Chevy I was building and I paid $300.00 for it. (a ton of money in 1966) He just shook his head and walked away mumbling something about the intelligence level of some people or something of the sorts. The day my brother and I fired that thing up...out of the corner of my eye, I saw him in the window with a big smile on his face. I still think of that day often.