Jay, tell us a bit about yourself, your background, etc.
I think that my story is unique—here’s why. I was raised without tools. When I say that, I am dead serious. At home, we had a carpenter’s hammer, a pair of pliers, a hand saw, a couple of screw drivers and some miscellaneous other tools. We had nothing like a mechanic’s tool box. My father’s line of work didn’t lend itself to more than greasing the front bearings of the old ’37 Dodge Sedan, or the changing of a tire.
We also had but one family car. Until I was 14 years old, I had nothing to do with cars. Then, one day my dad put me behind the wheel of a ’51 Chevy Business coupe at his job. He told me to drive. That did it for me. I was home!
By this time Dad had a ’49 Ford V-8 at home. I cut my clutch foot on that vehicle and have never looked back.
Then, college intervened. The best transportation which I had during those years was a bicycle. I took work at a refrigeration shop during college to help with funds. It didn’t take me long to get with the mechanics there and learn about tools. I became a regular at the local Sears-Roebuck and began buying tools. Would you believe that at age 75, I still have some of the tools which I acquired during those college years? I learned that if a guy wanted a real tool, he should buy the best.
After college, I was preparing for work in South America. I did some work on my cars (I had a ’50 Ford Business Coupe and a ’56 Chevy two-door post). When I left for South America, I was headed for a life with no cars. They don’t drive well in the rain forest!