And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
Gosh it's dusty in here. Instant time machine. Me and dad, working on the Apache. Canister oil filter, oil bath air filter. Orange regular gas and a wore out cup towel to clean them both. "Okay, hit it! Good, just bump it, son." spinning the points around to be gapped. I can smell it...... My son and I working on the Suburban... That Saturday we swapped out the rear end.... Time flies by so fast....
Ah, I remember leaning over to look, after Dad took the carburetor off, and knocking the wing nut from the air filter down into the engine block. I was about 9. I almost didn’t make it to 10.
I have fond memories of "helping" my Dad at that age. The memories of holding the light in later years aren't good. "Boy, you don't need to see what you're shining the light on, you hold it where I need it or I'll whoop your little bo-hiney!"
Gosh it's dusty in here. Instant time machine. Me and dad, working on the Apache. Canister oil filter, oil bath air filter. Orange regular gas and a wore out cup towel to clean them both. "Okay, hit it! Good, just bump it, son." spinning the points around to be gapped. I can smell it...... My son and I working on the Suburban... That Saturday we swapped out the rear end.... Time flies by so fast....
ReplyDeleteMy dad.
ReplyDeleteYou were lucky.
ReplyDeleteThat's a 59 apache and that kid is 3-4 years old.
ReplyDeleteI was born in 55 and my dad had chevy trucks all his life so yeah, that could be me.
I had 59. Still kick myself for letting it go
DeleteAh, I remember leaning over to look, after Dad took the carburetor off, and knocking the wing nut from the air filter down into the engine block. I was about 9. I almost didn’t make it to 10.
ReplyDeleteI learned how to swear helping dad fix the car.
ReplyDeleteI have fond memories of "helping" my Dad at that age. The memories of holding the light in later years aren't good. "Boy, you don't need to see what you're shining the light on, you hold it where I need it or I'll whoop your little bo-hiney!"
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