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Roger,

I don't think you have sons that drive.

You do not have the, "Dad, I have a very important date tonight, may I borrow... the cobra?" Then, at about one in the morning, ring, ring, the phone wakes you from the chair you are sitting in as you wait for six years of work to roll back into the special barn you built, just for the car, and it is your son.

"Dad, I'm out by the lake. The car will not start." You, being the dad, get dressed. As you assemble all of your faculties to drive to the lake, you think of all the things you will need to get the car started.

After you have basically loaded to roller benches into the back of the farm truck, you venture 30 minutes out to some off-beatin lake where kids, like your son, smooch and do all the things you did when you were his age.

There... don't you feel better? Your car is just like everyone elses. I just figured you could use a bit of cheering for your frustration.

Laugh and have fun. Admit it, working on the cobra is... maybe a little fun.

LOL