One of my earlest memories is from when I was 3 or4, trying to figure out how to adjust the seat on my trycycle.
Honest to God.
Soon after that, I can remembere using one of these,
To lubricate the pedal mechanism in one of these,
So you could say, that am a Natural Born Mechanic.
Hatched and ready to bust some knuckles from the Get Go.
That means I have been turning wrenches way over 50 years now.
45 years at least, since High school.
I even took a Small Engine course in Junior High.
So when I saw this video, I felt every bit of it.
Some days, it’s all I can do just to get out of bed and get dressed but I still have to go to work.
At this point I am literally leaving it in God’s hands.
Remember the clicking sound those oilers used to make?
Yeah, mine still makes that sound. Nostalgic!
And to think I used to be able to get into Camaro and Firebird trunks in the mid 80s and 90s cars to install 6X9 speakers and amps up against the rear seat… I can’t do that now.
I bought my first car, (right after I rolled it), and did my first engine swap at 14yo.
That was 53 years ago.
Engine swaps, body swaps, front end swaps, axle swaps, even electrical wiring system swaps ( all old Chebbies).
I’ve been in ALL of those positions you see in the video, and… yep. Back hurts. Can’t do it now that my L4 is cracked with two bulging disks.
But then again, I’m 72 !
Daaaave,
You go Toby, RIP brother, except fuuuck the soooners.
Bunch of crybabies.
Grab some kleenex and go see your boyfriend.
70 somethin years of working on just about everything (no aircraft but jet engines) with and without licenses still going but takes 6 hours to accomplish 30 minutes of progress. Always took a certain satisfaction in fixing things that sane people would give up on. Highlights include welding the compactor of a loaded garbage truck in June and replacing the flail bearing on a loaded flail manure spreader on Thanksgiving Day. A good friend gave me a porcelain sign for my shop “Asshole’s Garage “. I display it proudly.