When I see those old oil cans it makes me reminisce about an old-timey garage that was in a small alley a couple of blocks from where I grew up. Looked like something you might see in a Norman Rockwell painting: dirt everywhere, old car parts hanging on the walls along with yellowed calendars, a spark plug cleaning machine, a battery charger that looked like it could light up Frankenstein, one hydraulic lift, shelves of oil cans, and Mr. Nichols wearing his greasy overalls and a driving cap who was always willing to stop what he was doing a show a kid how to fix a distributor, clean a carb, or adjust something on an old car. Unlike today, he would often fix stuff instead of replacing it. Alternator? Take it apart and rebuild it. Carburetors would be disassembled on old newspapers on the work bench. Great place that is long gone.