"Manual labor sucks, trade work sucks, body shop work is awful, your employers won't care about your health, your body will fall apart, you will never have a steady job, and you can never truly retire. Get a desk job instead, get smart, and get a desk job."
That's what he told me. he wouldn't even let me help him when we owned our own body shop. When we later shifted to a dealership, I helped out a bit with the small engine repair, but I was mostly in sales. Which turned out to be a good thing as it made me a personable geek. I was later hired by a company because I knew how to deal with clients on the phone and in person.

My favorite time is still that day when, apperently a dealership in Toronto, gave our phone number to one of their customers, and said we were Arctic Cat central, so I pick up the phone and suddenly this guy starts blasting my ear off about our ****** product.
So I ask "who are you" and "what did you buy from us?" and he said a quad. So I replied "We don't sell quads, we stopped selling them about 2 years ago because they were crap and we refuse to sell crap to our customers" Then he asked me if we were central. When I replied no, he seemed to turn his anger back towards that Toronto dealership. So I gave him the number of our district sales manager, I hated that guy anyways, he deserved to have his ear torn off.