I'm 77 with an irreparable torn rotator cuff, a knee replacement, one heart stent, double glaucoma, a bulging lower spine disk and a hangnail. Yet this morning I had to move a rebuilt Model A short block from the lower level of our two-story carriage house to the upper level to install it in a friend's Model A. The carriage house sits on a steep hill. A VERY steep hill, one of the steepest hills in town. The only way I could move the engine was to tie it to a two-wheel dolly and pull it down one hill, across the block at the bottom of the hill, and then up the other one. Going down the back street wasn't a strain, but look at the steepness of the hill going UP to the garage where the Model A is being worked on! Do you think anyone driving up the hill stopped and offered to help an old f*rt like me or ask even ask what the heck I was doing pulling an engine up this steep hill? Not in THIS town!
Looking at the photo and my accomplishment without dropping dead, who says we're too old to work on Model A's when we reach this age??? As Groucho Marks quipped: "You're only as old as the woman you feel."... or something akin to that.

Marshall