My dad was a mechanic by trade, and although he loved classic cars, racing, and customized vehicles he never owned more than an old beater or second had car from my grandparents, uncle, or neighbor.
But this song males me think of him anyway, especially "the man with the plan and the pocket comb". Always had a black plastic comb in his shirt pocket, and the 'plans' were his dreams that he never worked towards. He left a little over a year ago, and this is a song I still struggle with listening to.
My dad was a mechanic by trade, and although he loved classic cars, racing, and customized vehicles he never owned more than an old beater or second had car from my grandparents, uncle, or neighbor.
But this song males me think of him anyway, especially "the man with the plan and the pocket comb". Always had a black plastic comb in his shirt pocket, and the 'plans' were his dreams that he never worked towards. He left a little over a year ago, and this is a song I still struggle with listening to.