MOTOR REPAIRS ON THE SPOT
My Dad fixing the engine in my Grandma Louise’s car during a trip to Big Basin Redwoods State Park in 1947. No motor here, but some sort of adjustment was apparently needed. My husband tweaking our son’s tricycle in 1971. Father & son checking out the engine of a possible truck for son in 1985. They grow up so fast! Father & son checking out the engine of another possibility . . . . . . which became the truck of choice. He let me drive it once. ;) Sometime later our son bought another truck & took it apart to get it running. Only problem was the gas gauge didn’t always work properly. I remember getting at least a couple of calls: “Mom? Could you bring me some gas?” Luckily he was never too far afield. In this case, however, it was the battery. Cousin George in 1997 giving my daughter’s car a charge. :-> La Nightingail