I do. I was about 12 years old on a sunny Idaho morning, when I came out of the house to see my mom's 64 Catalina jacked up in the driveway, and my dad and my uncle sitting there in lawn chairs, smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee. "What ya doing Dad" I asked?" He says, "it's not what I'm doing, but what you're doing, you're putting brakes on your mother's car" He handed me some brake pliers, and sat there and guided me through the whole thing. He didn't even get his hands dirty. What a great day that was with my Dad, one I'll never forget. I've been working on cars every since. Lost him a few years ago, and I miss him every day...thanks Dad!