My brother-in-law would drag his daughters under
the car with him and teach them to do everything.
By the time they were old enough to drive,
they understood not just what to do,
but why it needed to be done.
same, with my nieces,. also taught em how
to drive a stick, and no power anything.!!
six months later, youngest was coming back
from Aspen ski trip. threw the power
steering belt.. she knew how to pull over,
not just drive off the cliff.!!
I tried with my eldest son, he was more into computer than
nut-n-bolt parts, my youngest son is more like me, but I did
my first top-end on a ’67 impala when I was 14, my first
total engine rebuild at 16, and was doing for a living by time
I was 20. The pay sucked, so I went for the factory job by
time I was 23. Sadly, I didn’t have the level of tools for
them that my father had, so he had to get his through
public school. (shiver)
Heh, reminds me of my youngest.
I’m under that pretend Mustang,
I was doing (again) a starter change
(my son) Daddy, whats you doin’?
(Me)Fixing the car.
What’s wrong with it?
Starter’s bad, I’m replacing it.
What’s a starter?
It’s what starts the motor.
What do you mean?
(Internal sigh) When you turn the key
it makes this motor turn over the big
one so the car can move.
Oh. What do you mean turn the motor over?
does it spin in here?
(groan)
You get the idea… And my wife wondered
why I was grumpy some days 😛
My brother-in-law would drag his daughters under
the car with him and teach them to do everything.
By the time they were old enough to drive,
they understood not just what to do,
but why it needed to be done.
same, with my nieces,. also taught em how
to drive a stick, and no power anything.!!
six months later, youngest was coming back
from Aspen ski trip. threw the power
steering belt.. she knew how to pull over,
not just drive off the cliff.!!
I tried with my eldest son, he was more into computer than
nut-n-bolt parts, my youngest son is more like me, but I did
my first top-end on a ’67 impala when I was 14, my first
total engine rebuild at 16, and was doing for a living by time
I was 20. The pay sucked, so I went for the factory job by
time I was 23. Sadly, I didn’t have the level of tools for
them that my father had, so he had to get his through
public school. (shiver)