A man and his car. It’s a beautiful thing…revisited.
Watching my son with his car has tickled me more than I thought it would. I didn’t think I could get any more tickled, but I was wrong. ~~don’t pass out dad~~
Last Sunday we went to mom and dad’s house to visit for Mothers Day. Dad really isn’t the visiting type. He loves his family, but he is more of a doer, not a visitor. So, whilst us ladies chatted, the boy and his grandfather went outside and did……cars. He told me later that he really had fun being out there with his grandpa.
My dad is the coolest. I will never forget him teaching me all about cars. It started when I was very young. Whenever he was outside, and I could be outside, I was with him. Always bothersome, always asking questions. Why? Because I KNEW that he would answer. He never pushed me aside, he always took the time to explain. “Daddy, what’s that?” “It’s a carburetor.” “What does it do?” and he would tell me, or show me. He showed me what all the wrenches and sockets looked like, and I was his gopher when he was busy fixing. When I was 15, we had this UGLY gross looking brown station wagon. I think it was a Vega?? The carburetor was old, or just plain old didn’t want to work, but I will never forget going out to the garage with dad, watching him rebuild that thing…….7 different times I think. I was never so glad when they got rid of that…that…thing….When I was 17 or 18, he went with me to purchase a vehicle. I got a very ugly, very old, very oxidized yellow pick-up truck. I paid all of $711 for it. It ran ok, but dad tore the entire engine apart. It was so old that it had a REAL timing chain, not a belt like cars do now. He soaked all the parts in gasoline, and put it back together again. He said that the motor had been in water, sometime in it’s life. There was a lot of sand in there. Those were the best times with my dad.
It is because of him that I love the smell of a greasy, dirty mechanics garage. It is because of him, I know what a cam shaft is, and how it works. It is because of him, I know about timing chains, transmissions, axles, steering columns, brake shoes, air filters, spark plugs, catalytic converters, and 9/16ths, 5/8ths, and millimeter sockets….It is because of me, that he has gray hair. How was I supposed to know that mechanic’s tools AREN’T supposed to be greasy or put neatly in a tool box?
So, what is more beautiful than a man and his car?
A man fixing his car!
Dad showed him how to grease, what to grease and where. They fixed the turning signal, and tail light. I am sure they checked all fluid levels too. Dad asked him “is there anything else you want me to help with?” the boy answered “Do you have a quick way to fix the cruise control?” He, like myself, is completely confident that my dad can fix ANYTHING! Except the cruise control!
Did your dad teach you anything special?