My dad had many tools out on the farm, and later in town he brought with what he could fit in the single car garage with an attic, and his 8 x 12 workshop in the basement / aka furnace room. They were well used and well taken care of when they were not being used. I got my need for organization from him.
If a tool or implement was broken, he found a way to fix it. And even though we might upgrade every decade or so to a new or improved tool, the old reliable ones were still kept.
When he was 70 yrs old, my folks moved into town. Dad organized a family get together to say goodbye to the farm one last time; and for us boys to take what we wanted of our childhood toys, bikes, tools he couldn't find room for in the new place. We did, and I grabbed my '60s Schwinn Typhoon, a couple of hockey sticks, baseball bats, gloves, etc. After the 3 of us boys left that weekend, my dad did another round up of things he just couldn't part with. Things that somebody might want in the future to remember the past.
My original tricycle was one of them, and it hangs in the BACK40 now as a constant reminder of the good old days. He also saved a few tools that he had inherited from his father, and I have those displayed in my garage; axes, a two-man saw, a log roller hook. They burned wood for heat exclusively for the house and barn on the farm my dad grew up on. They never did have electricity there, or indoor plumbing.
My '53 Bel Airflow Shelby has taken a bit of a turn, a turn more towards a 'preservation' rather than a 'shiny restoration'. I spent the day in the BACK40 backyard doing some 'accelerating of the aging process' as my friend
@The Renaissance Man would put it. We both enjoy this part of a bike build. It's artsy fartsy.
I figure I'm around stage 2 of a 4 - 5 stage process. More to come, but here's today's results. And Mr Attention to Detail, aka
@kingfish254 , pointed out that I should paint the inside of my fenders so the viewers 'eye isn't distracted from the rest the coolness'. So, I did that too.
We all have mentors in life. Remembering what we have learned from them, and applying it, becomes part of who we are, and who we are meant to be.
