I had a conversation today with one of the younger local guys about cars. He is frustrated by the percieved lack of progress on his projects an was asking me some pretty serious questions. He has a bunch of projects, not a lot of experience,not lot of money, and a family. As he began to roll out his situation it reminded me on someone- me, about 45 years ago. I was this guy and I was in his situation. So, I proceeded to relay to him my story. I had a glass'23 "T". It was a death mobile, unfinished, huge motor, cop bait. I loved cars after having done a lot of 55-57 Chevy stuff. I thought the "T" was the way to go for me. I started attending more and more car events and swap meets.At the Hayward Swap meet I ran into am guy selling a lot of nice parts who was very friendly and knowledgeable. I ended up with a 2 port hilborn set-up from him and we became friends. He was a lot older than us and knew everyone. One day he came and looked at all my stuff and told me I was wasting my time on junk. If I was to have decent cars I needed decent iron to work with. He told me "the better the car at the start the better the car at the end". He convinced me to sell EVERYTHING and start over. I did, and actually made a few bucks profit. Then we proceeded to look for a '34 Ford for me. I found several, he found several, and I decided on a nice 5-W coupe (which I still have to this day). His name was Phil Kendrick, and he owned the Super Prune '32 Ford Sedan and a lot of other beautiful cars. He taught me a lot, what to look for and what to stay away from. For many years we would make trips to see Phil, his wife Nita, and went to the nationals several times with him and his 32 roadster and my 5-W. He was the guy who put me on the right path, he was the guy who was my mentor. Later on through my job I was sent to welding school and became a journeyman mechanic and fabricator. Phil passed away a few years ago but I often remember things he would say to us. I realized that this rodder was in my shoes and hope that I was able to give him a leg up like Phil Kendrick gave me. I made me feel old, but old in a good way. Someone actually thought enough to ask questions and for an opinion.