In my dumps my dad left to me: When I opened the door to the 1955 chevy-I smelled old spice, cigars, gennesse cream ale beer and oil! What a mixture! Instantly transported me back to when I was a kid where I used to watch Dad working on his trucks and sneaking sips of his beer behind his back (he always knew though!) Greasy rags in a wood crate and a road sign, assorted unknown tools he made. In the 1951 ford I found 2 road signs-I guess he had a thing for road signs! milk create full of oil, rags and assorted motor thingys. No rat poop or birds nests-I feel left out! The smell was the best! I miss him, he would have loved this site.
