Went back to my first shop after 12 years, weird feeling
Dropped by Bennett's Auto on Route 9 last week to grab a filter, and it's still got the same worn Snap-On box my old mentor used. The new kid there had no clue what a points file was, and that hit me harder than I expected. Anyone else ever walk into their old stomping grounds and feel like a relic?
Sounds about right. That kid probably thinks a points file is something you save on a computer, which to be fair, it kind of is now. Pretty soon he'll be the old guy in the shop wondering why nobody knows how to gap a spark plug by eye. Time is cruel like that.