Bill Lantry
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Hmmm... my first car was a Delorean. No, not *that* Delorean... it was actually a 63 or 64 Tempest, handed down through three older brothers. By the time it got to me there wasn't much left of its former glory... I remember having to drive home 12 miles, in reverse, when the transmission finally blew. After that, a 60 bug eye sprite (at the bottom of its value curve by then). My father had an orange one and we got the green one for parts... but managed to get it running. My father called it "the gimlet."
Here's what makes *me* feel old: I remember fondly going down to National City (just south of San Diego) several times to the junkyard. What you did back then was to bring your own toolbox. You'd stop at the "front desk" which was little more than a shed, and then you'd have to go looking through acres of wrecked cars to find the model you wanted. If you needed a water pump, you 'pulled' it yourself. And here's the kicker... they didn't charge you for what it was, they *weighed* it. I guess that kind of thing doesn't exist anymore... on the other hand, you don't see a lot of people doing what my Father took the time to do with me: pulling the engine, taking it completely apart, and putting it back together. It took a long time, but boy did I learn a lot about how things worked...
Thanks,
Bill
Here's what makes *me* feel old: I remember fondly going down to National City (just south of San Diego) several times to the junkyard. What you did back then was to bring your own toolbox. You'd stop at the "front desk" which was little more than a shed, and then you'd have to go looking through acres of wrecked cars to find the model you wanted. If you needed a water pump, you 'pulled' it yourself. And here's the kicker... they didn't charge you for what it was, they *weighed* it. I guess that kind of thing doesn't exist anymore... on the other hand, you don't see a lot of people doing what my Father took the time to do with me: pulling the engine, taking it completely apart, and putting it back together. It took a long time, but boy did I learn a lot about how things worked...
Thanks,
Bill