My dad has always been a car enthusiast. He, like others on the board, can take one glance at a car in garage a 100 feed off the raod as we pass at 45 mph and call it out, "'29 Model A or '63 Tempest or...". I always marvelled at his knowledge. As a boy, I enjoyed sitting in the garage with him as he worked on one of the cars, listening and learning, content to hand him wrenches awaiting the day the he would offer to let me turn a bolt or squeeze the grease gun. I eventually got my turn (or turns, if you will) So, here we are some 30+ years later, and the roles are a bit reversed. Now I'm the one under the Chrysler and he's handing wrenches (and usually giving instruction, needed or not). But caught at the right moment, I see that glimpse of anticipation in his face, awaiting the invitation to turn a bolt or grease a fitting. It's a love that never dies. Rob 1931 Chrysler CD8 Royal Sedan (One Family Owner) 1959 Ford Galaxie