I grew up in a motorhead family.

barbee6043 said

One thing I have noticed ( OK so more than 1 thing) is that as I age, I think back to the old memories of everything in life, more. hat good is life without memories?

My first car back in '62 was a 49 hand me down Chevy. I still wonder what dad and I could have made of it hotrod wise?? He was against drag racing, speed and stupid me wrapping my car and myself around some tree!

Dad started out a young man learning of mechanics during the Great Depression, then into a career in the USMC Aviation Corp, WW11 and Korea. He left the service a broken man, mentally. I was 7 then in 1955. He had little desire to do anything related to mechanicals, auto or aviation. . His interest went back to is youth and the farm, agriculture.

I wish many times he and I could have built a hotrod.

If I live another 10 days, I will be 72.

Damn, I miss my dad.

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My Pa left us when I was 14.. 40 years ago this summer. I was the only one out of us 8 to never build a car with him.. and I see now, it really had nothing to do with a car. It was life lessons. You needed a job to get money for a car.. then money to fix what was wrong. Then, when you got it all fixed, now you needed money for insurance! You also had to put the time into it.. no damned way he'd be out working on your car while you were at the movies. Sometimes you needed help from someone.. and if you were a jerk to the guy you now needed help from, well, you were SOL.
My older siblings were not happy I got away easy.. I got a turn-key '76 Plymouth Fury Sport, 360, auto on the floor when I was 16. I wish I would've had Pa around, and go the $50 beater route and spent the time with him... I'd trade that Plymouth for that.
When I'm faced with a life problem I'm struggling with, I ask myself "What would Pa do?".. the answer always becomes crystal clear.