My wife and I have been married for 35 years and to this day she still doesn’t understand why I like to spend hours laying on a creeper or contorted under a dash customizing this thing or that. She looks at vehicles like clothes: shop around until you find what you like and buy it–or take the clothes you don’t think fit right to a seamstress and let them handle it.
The idea of me spending free time time working on a perfectly good vehicle with wrenches,air guns, grinders, drills and a roll-away full of other tools is somehow relaxing just doesn’t compute. Ok, Honey, it’s a guy thing.
For those of us who enjoy tools and customizing there’s something special about the comraderie of working side-by-side with a fellow gearhead to make whatever it is you’re working on a little more special.
The real payoff comes when the “project” is completed. It’s then you know another brick has been added to the bond of friendship and another great memory added to the “Remember When” library.
Hanging curtains and fixing folding closet doors is neither relaxing nor fond memory makers. That’s why we have the Yellow Pages and handymen.– Bruce Smith / Editor