Ima redneck, and proud of it! I gots a torch, a welder and a BFH. I can make ANYTHING work!
My Dad wasn't above a little creative engineering, but he was an Idea Man and paid someone else to turn his concepts into reality. Many enjoyable trips to Wolfert's welding shop in Fowler, MI! (Don't look at the arc, boy!)
Now my Uncle Sam (really...) was a redneck. He had a pile of "inactive inventory" roughly the size of a 2 bedroom bungalow between the house and the barn, and his "shop" was a shed on the back of the house, accessible from the kitchen. It didn't hurt that Aunt Omah was in the habit of whipping up a batch of homemade donuts whenever one of us boys (I had 5 brothers at the time) dropped by...