Gordo, I just put a post up at the top to try and stop the bashing, and didn't see this post until I got done. I thought you were a little hard on Mike up above, but you've clarified enough here that I'm better with it. You mention being able to look over his shoulder. There's a joke at the neighbor's garage (where a lot of people show up to use the heated space or his tools). He's a VERY capable mechanic, but a litlle esily frustrated and impetuous. We all pitch in here and there, but I have the reputation of being the one to provide the adult supervision, which, often as not, means being the one to say that's enough for tonight, boys, we'll get back at her tomorrow. Yes, Mike doesn't have much in the way of tools or the experience with them to know what else he needs for tools. But he asks. And I give him points for that. For perspective, I'd ask folks to contrast Mike to a much younger fellow who has been around the boards the last few months, who tried to impress us with how he's blown up lawn tractors trying to drive them like a reckless ATV and wanting to move up to real tractors. That boy needed a stern talking to, and got it. I'm bothered that folks in this thread have taken the same tone with Mike. It's not a similar case (that's why I said contrast instead of compare) and he hasn't done anything to be lectured and talked down to the way he has. The only thing he has in common with the other fella is his enthusiasm. But Mike's a grownup. I just think that in this thread he's getting bashed when others wouldn't be, and harder. I see pictures of the rear-end of a 450 resting on rotten, old hollow cinder blocks. But it's in a shop full of tools with an oil-stained floor and a chain fall hanging from the stringers off on the side somewhere, and nobody says a word. That, and I haven't liked the tone of it. He's not a boy that needs a beatin' down. He's a grown man, realizin' a boyhood dream. And he's learned enough that he can and does chime in here and there to try to help other folks on the board. I say let's give him some credit. I know of a nine-year-old with a name remarkably the same as mine who confessed to his grandfather how he'd screwed up playin' on one of the tractors, and driven it (on the starter) into the safe in the garage that held the dynamite and caps. The little fella (who shall remain nameless!) was afraid that some kind of spark from startin' the tractor up the next time might blow his Grandpa to flinders. Grandpa's solution was to take that little fella out the next day and start teachin' me to drive a tractor.
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