And when you get as old as I am and hear things like:
     Can you take the slack up on my binders ?
     Can you top off my Batt- Tray
     I want Mr ( insert name) to work on my machine because he always gives me full measure.
     I don't want no young " whipper-snapper" messing with my machine.
     ( I still don't where that term comes from)
     Can you ajust my "poppets" ?

    and you realize you know what they are talking about, Then you know its more fun "back here"  I think I will just stay here

  :lol:  :lol:

Hummm . . . let's see . . .  :-k  :idea1:

Can you adjust my brakes? (Yeah, you used to have adjust brakes as they wore down)
Can you add water to my battery? (Gott'a love them "maintence free" batteries they make now!)
I want Mr. (insert name) to work on my car because he always gives me what I pay for. (Yep, that used to really happen on a regular basis!)
I don't want no young punk-a$$ kid with a purple mohawk putti'n his greasy grimmy fingers on my ride! (no further comment needed)
Can you adjust my valves? (Adjust a valve?  What's a valve?)

   If I got more than three right, Hold me a spot!  I'm headed your way!   :lol:

Of course you wouldn't understand. I wouldn't expect you to.  
 Zen asked if I might have gone back to the '60s and should he go back and try to find me.
     The '40- '50-'60s were a simpler and happy time for me to grow up along with being around  older folks with long lossed "sayings" and different definitions of things in their time and you could go to the store without  GPS ,go camping without a dang Lap Top, go hiking without a 300 watt. Walkman jammed in your ear listening to some Rapper talking about how many Drive-By's he's done.
       Go back to the '50-'60 ?  What do you think ?   I've been there, you haven't and you may not want to. Thats OK too. :lol:

In response to that: I'm 20. I walked home from a friends house for two hours and thirty five minutes in the rain with only the clothes on my back, the shoes on my feet, and the early morning stars. The 50s? I went back to 70's. The 1870s. And it felt good.

I still I miss my car.

I hit a deer on Keith Road. For everyones information, movies lie. Deer do not stop when they see headlights. Do not attempt to avoid. Step on your brakes and save your car. Anyway Kyle and I are fixing up a new car for me so it won't be long till I'm back on the road. Well, driving on the road. I love to walk, just not that far!