HA... Cherish those moments...
My dad passed away in '86 and fought in WWII in the South Pacific.
He was a Mechanic, a Cop, a Sailor, an American, and actually born on the 4th of July! When he started his own Gas Station and Repair business in '64 or so, he would push back if a VW needed work stating he didn't know enough about them. He later felt distain for the Japanese cars coming in... much like I push back from all the imports from Viet Nam today. Unless you've "been there"... its hard to describe even when your sensibilities tell you otherwise. My Dad also became good friends with a Japanese Sailor in his later years... Its just a hard thing to get over initially.
Ahhhhh... but my REAL point being... My wife wanted a VW bug and in '72 I bought her a cute little '66 from a neighbor. Little did I know that everything I thought I knew about cars went out the window with this "bastard 1300" and everything else. Dad didn't have too much to say about it and that was a GOOD thing I thought...
One Christmas Eve I was fortunate to get off work at noon and started heading home. I had brought my wife's VW to work that day and before I had a chance to get on the freeway... the clutch went to the floor! Some how I nursed it to Dad's shop... Got 3 different cables from a parts house (would return two later that week) and then tried to replace it. I found the old cable did not actually BREAK, but "unwound" and seized in the sheath! I was devastated.
Dad came over... looked at the situation... and then took a drill motor... attached it to the cable end and and started turning and pulling at the same time. WHAA-LA! Out in 30 seconds... In with the new one and I was then able to sit in traffic for about 90 minutes for my 20 mile drive home!
He also mentioned a few times that Mussolini just teamed up with the wrong people and embarrassed his heritage... but several years later in '83, he came over rather excited and with a HUGE grin asked... "So where's the Fiat-ta?"
He was really excited about that (this) little Italian car and even proud that I owned one... Or rather it OWNED me... HA!
Good memories... Maybe your Dad might wanna lend a hand with yours as well. Cherish the moments!