Take a 20 year old son. Add tales of that old MGA his grandfather drove, the MGB his mother and I owned when we were first married and childless and that MG Midget I owned and worked on for awhile when he was 5. Throw in a certain level of - what? - maleness? Mix in a modest budget but the desire to do things with his hands. Factor a short Easter break from college and his weekly scan of Craigslist for old MGB's. Toss in some hard-earned money from his work.
What do you end up with?
Why, this, of course:
I know what I'll be helping with this summer.
This "semi-retirement" stuff has a lot of upside.