You must remember, flyinhillbilly, I was 5 or 6 years old when that occurred and my Dad and Grandpa had a razor strop that my Mother was not afraid to use on us. That was later exchanged for a cat o' nine tails, which actually had twelve tails.
I had been told numerous times not to go into that crawl space and the car had been stored there since before I was born. I may not have mentioned it but that car was built for my brother who was 12 years older than I was.
My car came a bit later but that's another story.
