Really hate going to the parts store anymore nowadays. You can’t go in and ask for a part without them wanting to know what every detail of the car. Surprised they don’t ask the color. Back in the day playing with race cars and driving old junkers up and down the road I was in the parts store all the time. Learned a lot from the counter guys.
Went Sunday to get some points for the bike. I go in AutoZone.there’s 3 young ladies at the counter. I tell them I need a set of points and condenser. I get a blank look from all three of them.You need a set of what? I tell them look up maybe a 70 Nova with a 230-6 cylinder. They’re still lost. I end up going across the street to advanced. Pretty much the same reaction. Fortunately an old fart walks out of the back says I got you covered. He says well let’s look here at a 69 Chevy pickup truck. Boom there it is.
I am fragile. Not like a flower. But like a bomb.
22 life’s a day