Title: Why Don't We Have Good Young Mechanics? Source:
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Because they don't get good until they are older, lefty loosey, righty tighty, and all that.
JC Whitney catalog. LOL, I used to read those like comic books when I was a kid.
I used to be as car-crazy as I was girl-crazy back in the day. When you say "Back in the day," it means you're old. The younger generations past GenX never had "a day" and GenX didn't have much of one.
I probably broke more than a few dates to diddle my car instead of a young lady. I can take or leave cars now. There's not much you can do with them without being a SpaceX rocket scientist anymore except replace worn out parts.
This could be a great nostalgia thread with the right input.
My oldest son used to ask me how to fix this or that on his cars, I'd ask him "what does the book say?" he'd said (once) what book? I'd say get the book and we'll go from there. Any more I just make sure nothing fell on him. We didn't have hydraulic clutches back in the day, my first two cars came with Armstrong Steering.
...my first two cars came with Armstrong Steering.
"What the hell is that?" [Two seconds later...] "Duh!"
The clown car (2010 Smart) has that. It probably weighs about the same as my buddy's Harley tour bikes, it doesn't really need P/S. I think it has manual brakes too, I'm pretty sure. It's always a shock to get in my Tacoma now, it feels like the brakes are going to the floor the first few stops.
I had a buddy with a manual brakes mid-70s Camaro. You really had to stand on the pedal to haul that sumbitch down.
I had a buddy with a manual brakes mid-70s Camaro. You really had to stand on the pedal to haul that sumbitch down.
My old '76 Blazer had manual brakes and three on the tree plus lock out hubs. It was stripped down and I went to Arkansas (did some ridge running and mineral collecting) and even New Mexico to collect at the old Blanchard Mine.
After the turn of the century, I was driving a big truck on U.S. Hwy 380 going thru Bingham. There was a car parked in front of the old mine shack so I stopped the truck. I tried the door, and it opened up. There was a guy in there with a pistol on his hip. There were display cases with mineral specimens in them.
I looked around a few minutes and told the guy, "I collected here when Mrs. Blanchard was still alive." He said, "Really?"