The musings of a cantankerous over the hill greasemonkey who, though already old, is rather old for his age. I'll bust greasy knuckles out in the garage or argue politics with anyone who will stand for it....

Saturday, February 2, 2013

The Mentor

"His Orange bus, with wheel wells cut away to accomodate large off road tires in the back, was a chaotic treasure trove of superb American handguns, Snap-on tools, and VW parts. The darkness behind the cab carried a sharp note of Berryman's B-12 Chemtool on top of a more subtle smell that is generic to mechanics-- a mixed up aroma of various petroleum distillates that had been oxidized by combustion, thickened with road grime and ripened on a substrate of shop rags to the point of acquiring substance." ~Matthew B. Crawford, Shop Class as Soulcraft

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