Reminders of the Reasons
When the bolt fell out and clinked its way down into the engine bay without making the welcome sound of hitting the pavement below, I stepped back and asked myself, “Why?”
Not why had the bolt fallen out — I already knew that. What I wanted to know was, why do I keep doing this? Why do I keep willingly spending my free time working on old cars only to wind up aggravated? Hadn’t I learned anything in the 30-plus years I’ve been at this? I could be sitting on the couch
