Big Red just passed state inspection


. I wasn't too worried about it, but the shop I usually go to has an entirely new staff, so you never know how anal they were going to be. I usually drive it and do the brake checks and so on while they watch. This new kid insisted it has to be him, so I let him get in. He couldn't figure out how to turn it on (the starter switch is not by the key) and he couldn't drive a manual transmission. So he got out and checked my headlights and brake lights, then passed me. Didn't even look for the signal lights.
I remember a time when you weren't considered a man unless you can do basic things like drive a stick. But I guess that's just my toxic masculinity getting the best of me. When I get back from the Ozarks I will tackle the exhaust leaks and lack of boost issues.