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What kind of advice did you get from your pops when working on a car for your first time?

Mine was step by step on how to install and compress the rings properly on a piston,so the cylinder walls would'nt be damaged by force. That and be a troubleshooter not a parts changer. Really miss that rascal.

Frankie

PS Any relative will do !

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Run to the tractor shed and get me a QUART of elbow grease, that and looking for a washer stretcher would usually get me out of his hair. Of course my favorite would be trying to find him an ash receiver!

Frankie

I was a little younger in those days, and could run all the way to the end of the driveway!

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"Get your hands OUT of your pocket and go get the broom!!!" (7rys)

"Is that how you were taught to sweep a floor??" (8 yrs)

"Put the tools BACK where you got them, as clean as they were when you found them" (8yrs)

"You can drive here but DON'T tell you Mother!" (9 yrs)

"Any damn fool can take 'em apart...show me how you'll put it back together and have it run" (13)

"Nice job, son" (14)

Ya, I miss the rascal too. (54)

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You hear a boy griping about his father, he does not know that later he will miss him. Is that how you are going to hold that broom, you'll never get anything done like that!

Frankie

My father also told me that your lawnmower is for finding the tools your kids left in your yard!

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I did my first engine swap at fifteen years old. The car was my dads 1952 chuby. I replaced the original 216 CI babbot engine with a 235 CI insert bearing positive oil pressure engine. My dad could not tell me a thing because at age 15 I knew everything there was to know. Boy did I have a lot to learn.

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My dad could not tell me a thing because at age 15 I knew everything there was to know.

I taught junior high (mainly Grades 8 and 9) for over 30 years and when parents complained about their kids I used to tell them, "Sell the encyclopedia because you kid knows everything. But when they are 21 they will be amazed how much you have learned."

On a personal note, I learned a lot of my swear words from my dad when he was trying to crank start an old Austin when it was very cold outside. I was around 13 and was to work the choke and gas while he used a hand crank. Car never did start but my dad sure got hot and I learned a bunch of profanity. It was about the only time I heard him use really bad language. Even though I am 59 I can't miss him yet as fortunately he is still around and turns 89 next month.

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My dad could not tell me a thing because at age 15 I knew everything there was to know. Boy did I have a lot to learn.

Don it seems that guys get smart in US faster than in Finland, I was around 19 before I knew everything about everything:D

My dad is still around, he's 64. He worked with cars for all his life, and couldn't understand a bit my interest into old tin. He forced me to choose another career than mechanic, I hated him because of that when I was young, but nowadays I know what he talked about. There's plenty of time to fix cars on freetime. If it was a profession, I wouldn't bother anymore out official hours.

When I bought my first Valiant, he's comment was "What a piece of ****, you made a poor decision". When I won Nordic Championship in Drag Racing and called him that I'm the man, he asked me "in what sport"?, and I had been competing 7 years at that point. That's all the support I got, engouraging ha?

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My first hands on experience was changing the wheel bearings and brakes on my '53 Chevy truck with my dad, at the age of 14.

I mostly learned how to weave on the tapestry of profanity, and to get a bigger hammer... :D

I'll never forget when he and I drove the truck home from the neighboring town 60 miles away... that hour was the best hour I ever spent with my dad. Once we got it home, we spend a couple of weeks getting it road worthy, and I've been driving it since. That was 27 years ago...

Pete

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The advice that I got from mine at 14 when I drove the 29 Model A roadster into the drive way was- that thing will not leave this yard until you can buy insurance for it. So while working after school and saving for the insurance I compleately tore the car down into little pecies. By the time I was 16 had saved the money necessary for the insurance and reassembled the clean, painted parts back into a car and my older brother (12 years older and an engineer) rewired it for me and a friend and I took it to meet my folks for a picnic 35 miles away on the maiden voyage. Been crazy ever since, no fear it'll make it.

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"Charlie, do you want to sit up here and hold the reins for Tom and Jerry so we can finish this last row and call it a day?"

8 years old, Wisconsin farm, around 10 pm when I brought my Dad his supper pail from the farm house. You can take the boy out of the country............

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I'm sure there have been many but the one that was in my mind recently was "If you ever want to have turn signals run an extra wire back to the rear". My answer at the time of course was I'll never need turn signals. This was in my head as I was laying under my truck installing a second brake light wire to the rear so I could have turn signals on my pickup.

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The most memorable time was when I brought my first car home. I was 14 and bought a 1930 Model A Ford. When I drove up the driveway my Dad was a little mad to say the least. He chastized me for driving without a license. But He soon calmed down and helped me tune up the car and do some other work on it. This made him feel good as He came through this time span of the 1920's and '30,s. He knew these old cars. Do I miss Him? You betcha.

Skip

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Hold the Damn light over here!!!!!! Put the vise grips down....

Sounds like we had the same dad!

I remember dad working on a '59 Chevrolet...

"Dad can I help?"

"Yeah, move."

When I was old enough to pull a wrench hard, the old man spent a lot of time with me. He was really patient when I wanted to try things my way. (You know how teenagers hate to listen to the voice of experience.)

One of my fondest memories of Dad was he and I swapping out engines on my 68 chevy truck. We worked all through the night on that one.

I miss you Dad. Jack 1937-1990

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