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Some guys are just gifted with a brain-hand-figure it out mentality. I do things once and when the horror show emerges, I get through it but never do it again. In 85 when I was forty and thus mature (ha) I put together a 66 Mustang I found wrecked at a local farm. I'm lucky to be alive because I must have wanted to kill myself 700 times. I fixed more dents in that car than I started off with from punching and kicking it. Then when it came to rewiring it, that was the last straw. Its like I need another person with a better brain than I have just to keep the lid on. ( I'm only gonna ask once DF, will you move next door to me or not....last chance) I learned to build engines from such a guy. When I took my first tantrum, he looked me right in the eye and said "whadda yure beefin about, yure not good enuf to git so mad" I try to remember that to this day. Sometimes it works