Yep there is an auto shop in the same parking lot as the donut shop, and that is where I really got my start. On the other side of the road, and down a couple of blocks we used to play football at the park. Usually at night and drunk. I would probably be a lot smarter now if I didn't ever live in Everett. Bringing back memories for sure, but too many dead brain cells to hone in. haha. Really I fixed cars my friends fixed airplanes, and I partied a lot.
Not sure if you are fisherman, but we would go across the flats, and just passed Marysville, and there was a bridge that crossed a river on the freeway. If you get off of that bridge before the river, and take the road left to the first or second right, and drove to the end of the road, there was some wheeling and camping back there on the river. We always caught fish, sometimes Salmon when they were running, but always trout. You had to drive next to a Cornfield to get there, so sometimes we checked to see if the corn was fresh hehe.
Thanks for taking me down memory lane. Some day I may go back up there, and look you up!