I have a picture of My Oldest Son slobbering on the door of my Hundred
before he could see over it...(less then 2 yrs old)...
and another picture of him Driving off in his Red Restored Box Sprite...
(which of course he wrecked)
I always had a simple rule about time together in the Shop.... I never
corrected them or yelled at them there.... Sure we negotiated how you do
this or that and teaching went on... but No Negative feelings.... it is the
only neutral place in our lives that we could talk and hang out together
without Dad being DAD....
Kinda nice ...
The Oldest couldn't have cared less bout the Cars really... but the
youngest really got the bug.. and of course he has a Midget also.... seems
he is now getting Married and may even try and drive this thing as a second
car... hmmm
works for me....
Keith Turk
Austin Healey 100 / Bugeye / Box Sprite / Bonneville Land Speed Racer
Camaro ( D Gas Altered )
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> From: Scott Fisher <sefisher@cisco.com>
> To: Mark Snowdon <racer45@bellsouth.net>
> Cc: spridgets@autox.team.net
> Subject: Re: TV
> Date: Wednesday, May 12, 1999 9:35 PM
>
> Mark Snowdon wrote:
> >
> >
> > Yes Tim Taylor is my hero, all raise your torque wrench in honor of
> > the tool man!
>
> Last Sunday (Mother's Day), my 2-1/2 year old son Charlie and I sat out
> in front of the smoker while three pounds of country spare ribs
> slow-cooked to perfection under the lid.
>
> I taught Charlie to say "barbecue."
>
> We were awash in testosterone. It was a pure Tim Taylor moment, two
> guys just, well, being guys together.
>
> Life was good.
>
> In two and a half more weeks, Charlie will go for a ride in a Little
> British Sports Car with the top off, and he too will be shattered.
>
> Charlie is the little guy who climbed into my friend Berry's yellow '66
> Sprite a few weeks ago, stood at the wheel, and said "Wow, a cool car!"
> when he wasn't making vroomy noises. Did that for an *hour*. When
> Berry had to move the car into the garage (we were replacing rear wheel
> bearings on it) and Charlie had to leave, he threw a total,
> unrestrained, Fujita-6 tantrum. Eyes squeezed shut, nostrils flaring,
> tonsils vibrating at about 8500 RPM, back arched like he was having a
> seizure, heels drumming on the concrete as we dragged him away from his
> yellow Spridget.
>
> "Better proof of parentage than a DNA test, as far as I'm concerned," I
> said proudly.
>
> --Scott "Now, if *Binford* made an engine tilter..." Fisher
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