I do agree with you, AAAAA, that the cars were definitely simpler. My first car was a '65 Mustang. White with black interior. I did all, and I mean ALL, the maintenance on that car myself because my father, after his morning job as a rural mail carrier, was a mechanic and he taught all of us kids, boys and girls, how to maintain our cars. He even taught me how to set the gap on the spark plugs by EAR. No feeler gauge needed. You put the plugs in, cap them, start the engine, and LISTEN. If it sounded smooth, like it was firing evenly, then fine. If not, take out the plugs and look at them and find the one that was off. Then fix it and put them back in and go again. The stuff he taught me was amazing. Now days, they let computers do that stuff.

Once after college, my driver's window fell down inside the door. I had to drive home to my parents' home at Christmas 300 miles in freezing weather, all bundled up. When I got there, I ordered a part to replace it. When it came, I asked my dad what to do. He said, I don't know. I looked at him like he was crazy. He said, tear down the other door and look at it. So, I took apart the passenger door and saw how it was supposed to look. I learned how to properly install a window regulator in a '65 Mustang.

Needless to say, I wish I still had that car.