Ratman
6.5 Diesel NUTCASE
You guys are the best. I think Slim said it best, -we're all in good company here, -and the comment that Matt made about "absorbing" everything the old-timers have to say, -I couldn't agree more. I don't think anyone here is worried about offending anyone, -I think we're all in good company. What's cool about it, -is that everyone has experiences that we can all draw from, -new guys included.
I was lucky, -I was around lots of old-timers, -guys that were self-taught and had LOTS of hands-on experience. Every Saturday morning I would ride my bike down the street to my neighbor's house to help him build engines, chassis, and drag cars. He was also a big diesel-nut being a retired logger and heavy equipment guy. While other kids were watching Saturday morning cartoons, I was learning how to build tube-chassis jigs, and blueprint engines. He built race cars after retiring, -the guy was simply amazing, -he knew how to do it all.
Sometimes we wouldn't get anything done in the shop, because he would go off on a "book tangent", -trying to find a chapter in a hydraulic book, -or a geometry book so that I would better understand why we were doing things a certain way, -and why it was so important to be nuts-on on some stuff, -but not sweat other stuff. He would take the time to explain things to me, drawing diagrams on the concrete floor with a sharpie, -and sometimes taking a trip to the machine shop in the Camino to show me how things were done. He had so much stuff done by this machinist, -he could come and go as he pleased, -he was on a first name basis with all the guys in the shop.
A good analogy would be like throwing a dry sponge into a bucket of water, -and I was the sponge.
I built my first engine for my first car before I even had my drivers license, -I was 13 years old, -thanks to everything I learned from the "old man".
One might say I was the kid that George never had, -he actually did have a son, but his son was handicapped and he was very limited to what he could do. I did spend a lot of time with the "old man's" son working with him, -and I know that George appreciated that. My real Dad left when I was 6 years old, -so George was a big father-figure to me. The time that he and I spent working together was priceless. I took a day off of school to see a car that he and I built make it's first trip down the 1/8 mile. It was an all steel 55 Chev with a 355 roller motor and a powerglide trans. The car also had a 4-link panhard rear with 4.88's. The car ran a 6.96 in the 1/8 with no power adders. The tech guys told the owner to put it back on the trailer until he got a cage in it.
George and I just smiled and nodded at each other.
The moral is, -listen and learn. I learn something new every day.
The day when you stop listening and learning is the day that you may as well throw in the towel.
I was lucky, -I was around lots of old-timers, -guys that were self-taught and had LOTS of hands-on experience. Every Saturday morning I would ride my bike down the street to my neighbor's house to help him build engines, chassis, and drag cars. He was also a big diesel-nut being a retired logger and heavy equipment guy. While other kids were watching Saturday morning cartoons, I was learning how to build tube-chassis jigs, and blueprint engines. He built race cars after retiring, -the guy was simply amazing, -he knew how to do it all.
Sometimes we wouldn't get anything done in the shop, because he would go off on a "book tangent", -trying to find a chapter in a hydraulic book, -or a geometry book so that I would better understand why we were doing things a certain way, -and why it was so important to be nuts-on on some stuff, -but not sweat other stuff. He would take the time to explain things to me, drawing diagrams on the concrete floor with a sharpie, -and sometimes taking a trip to the machine shop in the Camino to show me how things were done. He had so much stuff done by this machinist, -he could come and go as he pleased, -he was on a first name basis with all the guys in the shop.
A good analogy would be like throwing a dry sponge into a bucket of water, -and I was the sponge.
I built my first engine for my first car before I even had my drivers license, -I was 13 years old, -thanks to everything I learned from the "old man".
One might say I was the kid that George never had, -he actually did have a son, but his son was handicapped and he was very limited to what he could do. I did spend a lot of time with the "old man's" son working with him, -and I know that George appreciated that. My real Dad left when I was 6 years old, -so George was a big father-figure to me. The time that he and I spent working together was priceless. I took a day off of school to see a car that he and I built make it's first trip down the 1/8 mile. It was an all steel 55 Chev with a 355 roller motor and a powerglide trans. The car also had a 4-link panhard rear with 4.88's. The car ran a 6.96 in the 1/8 with no power adders. The tech guys told the owner to put it back on the trailer until he got a cage in it.
George and I just smiled and nodded at each other.
The moral is, -listen and learn. I learn something new every day.
The day when you stop listening and learning is the day that you may as well throw in the towel.