And-a, if you can decipher the slang,
you are a certified gearhead.
And, of an age to remember those days. When you preferred exhaust fumes to Chanel No 5. The ring on your finger had been machined out of a discarded car part. Your idea of a hot date on Saturday night was a trip to the drags. Your girlfriend learned the difference between a 3/8 drive 1/2" socket and a 1/2" Combination wrench - or you got a new girlfriend. When you didn't waste money on Dinner and a Movie, you needed it to buy parts or tools.
When you might sleep on the creeper at 2 in the morning because you'd been swapping out the rear springs half the night.
(Yeah, I was one of them too.)