Believe me, it ain't no fun getting old. My head is constantly getting my azz into things it can no longer do. I used to drag race, hence the old409, and I lifted trannies, motor blocks anything and everything. Usually I worked by myself and didn't need help. Now I'll be doing something, either under the truck or hanging over it and I get a cramp and can't move. Then there's my Doctor Stangelove hand that tries to screw up everything I do. It drops tools in the worst places, cramps up and won't turn wrences, a true PIA.
I remember as a teenager, my uncle would be helping me on my first car, a 49 Olds. and he would tell me he couldn't see a certain part and there it was right in front of him. I thought he was blind but now I've suddenly become him. I'll be looking for something and ask my son where is this thing, it must not be on my truck. He comes over and shows me whatever I'm looking for and it's right there in front of me. Sometimes I think there's a Gremlin that hides things from me and then puts them back as soon as I turn my back and ask for help. It's almost like some invisible force is screwing with me.
My head is still young but somewhere along the way, my body lost it's way. I love working on cars and trucks as a hobby but hate working on something I need for my own transportation. I should have retired rich so I could pay a mechanic. But then, once I stumble my way through a repair, it usually works like it should and around here, most mechanics can't make that claim.
Enjoy your youth while you can because some day, unexpectedly, you are going to wake up and be like me.
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