Grandpa worked on the railroad from 1887 and drove a coal fired locomotive in northern Wisconsin until he retired in 1939. Oh what that guy must have seen in his lifetime. Dad talked about crawling under their 1926 Rio with a blow torch to heat up the oil so that the engine would turn over. Sis had him dictate his autobiography into a book and what a real archive that has been. Mom made a CD which was another great idea. Way simpler times for us growing up. 5 cent fries and 15 cent burgers at McDonald's. We'd walk over there after grade school to see if they had changed their sign of how many million burgers they had sold.

My other auto is a .45

The bitterness of poor quality is remembered long after the sweetness of low price has faded from memory