Those Were The Days
Once upon a time I was single and had nobody to please but myself. In those days all it took to keep me happy was an old rusty Chevrolet pickup truck, a little old house out in the country, and a motorcycle in the shed. The truck was always needing a little attention but hey, it was easy to work on, parts were cheap, and I was loving every minute of it. With an inline six you could easily get at everything under the hood. Three or four wrench sizes seemed to cover about everything and parts were cheap and readily available. You never had to worry about where you parked it or scratching the bed, or any such nonsense. You could haul a wet dog on the seat and it was no big deal. You could even sleep on the seat if you needed to. Oh my, life was so simple. You didn’t have to be a millionaire to afford things neither. You didn’t need a bunch of stuff no how. What happened? Maybe I need a check up from the neck up. :-)
Those Were The Days
Once upon a time I was single and had nobody to please but myself. In those days all it took to keep me happy was an old rusty Chevrolet pickup truck, a little old house out in the country, and a motorcycle in the shed. The truck was always needing a little attention but hey, it was easy to work on, parts were cheap, and I was loving every minute of it. With an inline six you could easily get at everything under the hood. Three or four wrench sizes seemed to cover about everything and parts were cheap and readily available. You never had to worry about where you parked it or scratching the bed, or any such nonsense. You could haul a wet dog on the seat and it was no big deal. You could even sleep on the seat if you needed to. Oh my, life was so simple. You didn’t have to be a millionaire to afford things neither. You didn’t need a bunch of stuff no how. What happened? Maybe I need a check up from the neck up. :-)