Thanks, blue. I didn't "live" them days (as in personally doing that stuff), but I did witness my fair share of it. My dad and my uncle, dad's brother, out in the garage with dirty hands and dirty fingernails, working together, under a drop light. "Points and plugs," timing light strobes, screwdriver carburetor adjustments, the whole works. All while my aunt and mother created a wonderful meal up in the kitchen.
Thanks for the words of wisdom, and the opportunity to relive moments of those bygone days.
May they be resting in peace—my dad (and his brother) would laugh at me getting all wrapped around the axle at something as simple as changing spark plugs..
