Hot Rods Big Daddy's 55 2 door wagon gasser

I don't generally need help in the shop. When friends show up it turns into a BS session and we are dang good at that.

 

Rear ends are getting heavier. I'm getting weaker. But I enjoy my friends.

 

Made me think of a meme i seen, I like eating my friends and not using commas....

 

I was lucky to have friends with more skills than me when we were younger. Normal was 10 hr. days at real job followed by 3-4 hours shop time with buddies. Never could have done half the stuff without great friends. Tried to pay them back and hope that I did. Really miss the too many that have passed on.

 

My dad told me “son I never knew how many friends I didn’t have till I pulled the beer fridge outta the shop” it thinned out quick he said.

 

There were some that kept coming by to shoot the shit or help out , he really valued those guys.

 

Back in my prime, my work week was between 55 and 60 hours a week. Then it was car time.
I helped a bunch of guys with their projects, and it was fun. There were even a few that would show up once in a while to help me with my project. That too was fun.

Wasn't long before the time came that when I was helping them, it turned into a job, me working, them watching. If they came by to help me, it was mostly BS time and they were offended if I really needed help. That was not good when I only had limited time to work on my stuff.

Wasn't long after that, when ever "help" arrived, I didn't get much done on my stuff. I got more accomplished by myself. When my son got old enough to actually be helpful and started to understand things, it became fun again. We worked on a lot of projects together. Things were happening again and his buddies started coming over to help, that was fun too. That lasted a few years until the entire process started the down hill slide.

I still help my son some times, but these days I'm more of a tool go-fer, light holder, suggestion maker, and over all supervisor. Me actually performing much work has been reduced a lot, these years are catching up with me. I believe we both enjoy those times, and now his 11 year old son is becoming interested.

Not many guys my age around here doing much with cars these days.