I can open a beer with anything

When I was about 18, I was working with a guy named Darryl. We both worked for my cousin, he was the mechanic and foreman, I was just a helping hand. We were working after hours in the shop on our own vehicles, he on his motorbike that he was rebuilding (an old Honda, if I remember correctly), and I was working on my pride and joy. My 1981 Volvo.