Quote Originally Posted by brianrupnow
My uncle Jim, (the one that taught me how to curse, drink whiskey and play the fiddle) was always wrenching on some old car so that he would have daily transportation. He never was much good at holding a "real job", so was chronicaly short of money.---and as a result, he was great at breathing life back into cars that others had given up on. I thought he was a rather fascinating fellow (great role model stuff), and tagged along with him. I think my "mechanical gene" came directly thru my mothers side of the family from her brother Jim. Then when I was 19, I went to the city to start engineering, and one of the very first people I met was Larry Sommerfeldt---who was building a model a drag coupe with a nailhead Buick in it---and the rest is history.---Brian
Now that is one heck of a good Uncle, Brian!!!! My Uncle Wayne always had a 1/2 pint stashed away someplace and never minded giving the Coke in your hand "a little tune up" as he called it!!!!! He also took me to his favorite tavern for my 19th birthday.....too bad it was only my 16th!!!! Sounds like he and your Uncle Jim had a lot in common!!!!!!