Sidecar was once a common word at the bars here in Salt Lake when they'd pour drinks with 1oz of booze, "Can I get a sidecar?" oh, now I can taste the whiskey. It has nothing to do with anything in this post. My pops has been building a sidecar to carry his booze though, so that's cool. My daughter and I took a trip to see him this weekend for his birthday. Most of what I've learned about cars, building, welding, whatever, has come from my pops. After visiting my old man, my daughter somehow managed to convince me to play in her little pool. I'd say it was a mistake, but seeing how happy it made her, it was the right decision. Fore go my hatred for the sun + water for the sake of putting a smile on her face.