Change that beer to a Coors and that very much could have been my dad and me.
With the exception of maybe the brand of beer, it coulda been a LOT of dads.Change that beer to a Coors and that very much could have been my dad and me.
Wow, this prompted a 50-something year old memory.I can remember bending a few pennies to fit inside battery terminals of salvaged jalopies on their way to the Derby. Desperate half measures called for because all the adjustment was used up.
One time it took two.
Quick revival, though.
We didn't have to worry about whether or not it was copper back then.
Yup. That'd be your dad. I'm sure you miss him more than I do but I counted him among my friends and I miss his smile and humor.Wow, this prompted a 50-something year old memory.
My dad had a Karmann Ghia for his commute to Indianapolis and back. (to Nashville). Great gas mileage for the time and relatively inexpensive.
Anyway one day he’s driving between Allison plants in Indy when most of the shift lever broke off, leaving a little nub just above the pivot point. He grabs a pair of vicegrips out of the glovebox and clamps them on the nub. This sufficed until he could get to the VW dealer on the weekend.
That Camaro was my Dad’s 60th birthday present to himself, I think. It was a beauty. One of these days I’ll have to find a picture of it and put it on the classic car thread.Alamo, when your Dad worked at the park, I always made sure to see and talk with him. AS I thought a lot of him. I liked his Camaro he had then. I had enough of VW,s as that is all my Dad would buy.