I often get laughed for working my old stuff. You know, the older equipment without all the bells and whistles, the stuff without all the electronics and gizmos, for running the stuff with faded paint and rusty hoods. Heck some of my stuff is lucky to have a working radio! But that’s just the way I roll.
I do have some modern stuff, but I don’t care for it because I can’t work on it or maybe it’s just because I can’t figure it out. Maybe it’s because I grew up before video games and such or I just don’t have patience nor the knack. Anyway, call me old school, I guess.
I just wish we could go back to the days when guys knew everything there was to know about the underside of the hood when it came to mechanical stuff and how to fix it.
Now I do have some modern stuff but I don’t really care for it, because I can’t work on it.
When it comes to equipment I use it up, I wear it out, I like fix it up and make it do, or I’ll just do without.
I miss the days of the mom and pop parts stores, the days before all the EPA regulations, before cell phones and internet. Before computer boards and electrical circuits, before def fluid and all those sensors. I like the old stuff with steel hoods and framed doors, before those durned plastic hoods that don’t last and rot away from the heat and sun.
I miss the days when you could pop the hood on a pickup pull and file a set of points, put em back and fire it up.
When I was younger all our meals were happy meals because we were happy to be together and happy to have food on the table. Back when our food choices were eat it or go hungry.
I remember the days of newspaper in the bottom of worn out boots and bread sacks over our socks to keep our feet dry. We may not have had much, but we were happy.
I miss the days when any kid could fix a bicycle chain, and bailing wire was your friend and plentiful. The days when it wasn’t illegal for kids to work and a good thrashing with a switch taught good manners and proper behavior. When trips to the dump were a treasure hunt looking through stuff that other people tossed away, and gathering treasures that might be of use to us.
I miss the days when politicians actually tried to solve problems instead of being focused on hating the opposing party. When people were responsible for their own actions and the government didn’t have to interfere because of a few bad individuals. When you busted your head or goofed up and it was your own fault and not always someone else’s. You were responsible for you and life wasn’t always fair.
I reckon I’m just getting old and tired, but I miss the old days. Seems like when you go too far forward there’s no going back, and progress isn’t really progress because we forgot how to think and do for ourselves.
