cyclonewill

4rd generation Ford guy.
The stories about the "good ol days" gave me an apreciation of the time when men were men, and cars had points. Back when if you wanted something done, you did it yourself, no writing a check for an AMBR winner, you built it in the driveway, with parts you got out of the junkyard.
My cars don't win trophys, they don't cost as much as my house, but they get me where I need to go.