Dad once said of my two brothers: Give those boys a fifty pound anvil, and a feather. Come back in two hours and they will have broke the anvil.
Dad always tells me and everyone else I could sink a battle ship with a rubber mallet
Tear a bobcat up in a solid rubber room
Destroy a fire hydrant with a stick
and F up a wet dream ....... now thats bad
I remember G-dad when I was about 6 or 7 I was taking apart a little motor and could not figure out how to get the valve springs out so I started hitting them with a hammer . I will never forget what he told me when he saw me do that .
'' That is what a piss poor mechanic does '' It kinda hurt my feelings but it has been with me ever since and has taught me in the ways of Obi Wan Kanobi . I did get the springs off that way though , even had to do it a time or two since then . But he was a master tech on MG's Triumphs , Austins , all of those POS british and german cars , hence his temper I guess but I can pull and rebuild a set of dual carbs off a Midget with my eyes closed , prob one of the few my age that knows anythig about them old cars , which is to stay away from them , I do miss my Midget though , fun little car when the brakes , electrical and carburetors worked like they should , Lucas electrical ..... what POS company lmao
Mom had a Bug Eyed , red and black , I would give anything to have that car and G-dad use to have a mid 50s Jag XK out back man ol man what a beauty