In 1970 when I was 15 years old my father informed me if I wanted a car to drive to high school when I turned 16 I had to get the old 28 Ford running that he had traded a unit of plywood for years before. That was the beginning of a lifetime love affair for old cars. With the SK socket set he gave me for Christmas I dove into the project and learned everything I could from a shop manual and "old" guys that I knew that had gas stations and shops and were willing to help a bothersome kid. I learned the feeling of excitement when the mailman brought the package from Ford Parts Obsolete in Long Beach, the sense of frustration when the rusty bolt snapped on the exhaust manifold and the feeling of glee when she coughed to a start after the engine rebuild. I learned to drive a stick shift in that car before I had a license and had to show my licensed friends how to drive it to test it on the road. One time we sailed through a red light, noboby hit us thank goodness, as my buddy thought the throttle control on the column was a cruise control and those mechanical brakes would not stop a car going 40 MPH while engaged. But my most memorable experience in that car was in the winter of 1972 I convinced a free spirited girl friend of mine to take a drive to the mountains and see how far we could go before we hit snow or the road was closed. It was probably a 30+ mile trip each way, further than any I had been on and in a day before cell phones and AAA cards. So we packed a lunch and headed towards Sequoia National Park. It was a day fit for a Christmas card. We made it to the park entrance and the ranger said we could make it as far as Lodgepole camp ground and to watch for ice. Well those skinny little tires cut through the slush like butter and in a hour's time we made it to our destination. There was nobody there and the parking lot was covered in snow maybe 8 inches or so deep. As a kid we often camped there in the summer and I knew the parking lot was a large flat paved area. So we proceedded to spend the next half hour or more spinning donuts all over that parking lot going around in circles like a top. We had never laughed so hard. Anyway after that we had our lunch and started down the hill just as it started to lightly snow. We made it down the mountain peering through the small single wiper clear area of a fogged windshield. It was a perfect day. Many years have passed since then and different cars have come and gone but I do still have that Model A Ford and SK socket set.