Customers would drop off their trucks and my father would cut them in half with a gas-torch... To later weld them back together.
Throughout my childhood, my father always had several types of jobs, but the line of work remain similar - either a salesman or something related to cars. At one point, he had an odd job working for one of my uncles who had a welding shop in the side side of the city. During that time, he used to pick up my brother and I from elementary school in this one blue GMC pickup truck. The truck was a bit old and it swayed in a funny way here and there when you gave it some gas.
The interior of the truck was huge and the cab always had a sweet smell to it. The strangest thing about the truck was that it had several gas tanks - yet only one of the tanks was intended for carrying gasoline. One day the truck was gone. When I asked my father - He just told me that "It wasn’t the type of truck you keep around".