roseypeach
Well-Known Member
Sounds like something my dad would say to my brothers. Me and my brother would clean the bays at night with that lime green powder shit. Afterwards we'd goof around on the air jacks and take turns sending each other up on them. Those were the days...."Son, if you can't take care of this '62 chevy pickup that I drove for 20 years, you don't deserve to be on the road. Now. Clean up the shop, and you can have the keys for tonight."