Long time lurker, probably just started posting over the last year or so when I went to part-time employment, in preparation for retirement.
I picked up the nickname "Skelly" in high school, my friend Danny decided that the guys in our group should all have a nickname ending in "y". Somehow, out of all the crazy nicknames he came up with, this one stuck. All of my friends that I grew up with, their kids and grandkids call me Uncle Skelly.
My dad was a mechanic, so I picked up the bug from him and one of his buddies, Fat Charlie who he worked with, and also raced dirt track cars. I've been loving and wrenching on cars since I was about 12 or so.
My parents insisted that I go to college, as my dad said "Get an inside job with no heavy lifting", which turned out to be a godsend, as I was severely injured in a car accident just after my dad passed, and I would have been limited physically, and probably couldn't have handled a mechanics career.
In my formative years, I built and raced street/drag cars, 4 wheelers and did a little gymkhana. But a lot of that stopped after I settled down and started having a family. While the first house that I bought as a single guy had a magnificent oversized two car garage with separate heating and a sink (BIG garage, small house), with the arrival of the kids, we needed to move to a bigger house.
Since I was traveling at the time for my job, averaging 46 weeks a year on the road, I had put the car hobby aside and we bought a bigger house with a puny two car garage:


It was 18 x 20, but seemed even smaller. For some reason, the builder in this subdivision decided to scrip on the garage size on ALL the houses they built.

I picked up the nickname "Skelly" in high school, my friend Danny decided that the guys in our group should all have a nickname ending in "y". Somehow, out of all the crazy nicknames he came up with, this one stuck. All of my friends that I grew up with, their kids and grandkids call me Uncle Skelly.
My dad was a mechanic, so I picked up the bug from him and one of his buddies, Fat Charlie who he worked with, and also raced dirt track cars. I've been loving and wrenching on cars since I was about 12 or so.
My parents insisted that I go to college, as my dad said "Get an inside job with no heavy lifting", which turned out to be a godsend, as I was severely injured in a car accident just after my dad passed, and I would have been limited physically, and probably couldn't have handled a mechanics career.
In my formative years, I built and raced street/drag cars, 4 wheelers and did a little gymkhana. But a lot of that stopped after I settled down and started having a family. While the first house that I bought as a single guy had a magnificent oversized two car garage with separate heating and a sink (BIG garage, small house), with the arrival of the kids, we needed to move to a bigger house.
Since I was traveling at the time for my job, averaging 46 weeks a year on the road, I had put the car hobby aside and we bought a bigger house with a puny two car garage:


It was 18 x 20, but seemed even smaller. For some reason, the builder in this subdivision decided to scrip on the garage size on ALL the houses they built.
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