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My dad was a gearhead,, but he was not really a wrench turner. He bought brand new, and kept them perfect, under covers in the garage, rarely driven, then washed, waxed, and put away.
I spent a lot time at my grandparents house growing up, and both of my uncles were gearheads . This was in the early 70's. There was a big street racing scene around here at that time. Uncle mark street raced a 1970 small block Nova, and Uncle Jan street raced a big block chevelle. There were also a a few other cool cars in the mix, a 1965 Corvette, a hot little chevy II,and all of their friends had cool cars. One guy had zz top hair, and a beard, drove a John Milner American Graffiti replica coue, and travelled around with his pet monkey. I thought these were the coolest guys on the planet.
There was always a motor, trans or something apart on the workbench in Grandpas garage. They were in their early teens, and I loved to hang around with the crew. Grandpas place was the hangout. Every body would be there on a Saturday night .Drinking beer, smoking cigarattes, and playing pool, before they would head out for their nightly debauchery. I really looked up to all of them. I can remember my uncle taking me out to get a x mas tree in his Corvette, strapping it on the roof, and doing do- nuts in a parking lot, until I nearly vomited. I took the bait .
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