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In 1972 my dad asked me if I would like to learn a few things about cars when I was 12, of course I said yes and two years and $500.00 later I earned from mowing lawns, cleaning the ducks from the last hunt etc. we went out and found a 1942 Ford GPW. We spent almost every night and weekend with a three inch thick manual, removing and rebuilding pretty much every component. It got me through High School and the Fire academy. Those were the best memories and I think of them often, driving his old 1980 CJ7 and my 09 JK. Congratulations on your new adventure, take lots of memory building pictures together, unfortunately this is the only one I still have! I am going to love seeing this unfold, good job dad![]()