Evnin'. Just dropping in to see what condition your condition is in. Catching up, I chuckled at the car-truck stories, clutch starting and all. One of the first things I taught my boys was how to clutch start a stick. I had a 1957 Chevy that the starter went out in, and I was too broke to replace it and still be able to drive and have a social life, so I chose to drive. I took to parking on a slope, one direction or the other when ever I could; but it didn't really matter much, because in those days I still had more muscle than brains, and on relatively flat ground, I could push it fast enough to get it started by my self. I drove it that way for months. Had on girl I dated would get out and help; another, first date, she told me not to call her again until I got my car fixed, it was embarrassing for her to be seen with me having to push my car for fifty feet to get it started. Never did call her again.
Winter has finally come to Las Vegas Valley - sort of. Chillly nights, nice days, windy a lot. I expect it will get colder before it gets warm again, but it's still not jacket weather for me.
Time to go see about rustling something up for supper.
Later.