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The sweet acid smell of antifreeze tingles my nose as the earthy chemical smell of oil entices, memories of being a little kid out in the yard helping my Dad on a car. Grease and dirt under my nails and smeared over hands, getting rubbed across my face as I push stray strands of hair out of the way. Not doing much, other than handing wrenches as they are asked for. Does it really matter?! Nope, cus I am working on cars with my Dad!
Later getting to ride shotgun to the part store for parts or car fluids. Always a joy and treat! While out we might run across a car show and without hesitation we stop. Checking under the hoods, looking inside, getting ideas for our classics. While getting to hear stories about cars my Dad had or about ones he saw when used to put on his own car shows. And some of the crazy stuff he or his buddies did to the cars and the amazing paint jobs on them.
With the smells of the working on a car still lingering on us, we stroll through all the gorgeous classics hand in hand. On our way home we might grab a slurpee before we head back to work.
Even to this day I still LOVE the smell of a good working shop. Oh, yes! I still get grease and dirt on me, even when I am trying not to! I take my kids to car shows with my Dad so they can hear the stories too. They each have their own classic out at my parent's and when they go out there, they get the chance to work not only on cars but their own classic. That one day they will get to drive, until then they get to learn the joys of creating and making a gorgeous piece of machinery run like a well oiled machine that it is. I am soo glad that they get to have this opportunity and learn how hard work can be rewarding, plus learn from my Dad.
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