I spent most of my afternoon underneath my ’54 Chevy putting in a new gas tank. The most I’ve ever done under a car is change the oil and oil filter, so this was a new adventure. After four hours of of work, I looked pretty rough. My face was bruised with grease. My back was dusty from the garage floor. My fingernails were dirty. I looked like a real mechanic.

All the work is done, and my car is ready to roll. It’s so rewarding just to walk around my clean garage and look at my clean car. All the car parts are where the belong. I work on clean computers all day, building clean websites. It feels good to be blue collar.;