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Originally Posted by Flunoir
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As a follow up to my post up above, I'll tell a story.
Once upon a time, I was a young man (yes, believe it or not) and a starving student at OSU. One cold Friday afternoon, I was heading out of Columbus, Ohio with my future wife and her sister in my 1948 Chevrolet.
At a busy intersection my old Chevrolet just "wouldn't go". My future sister in law looked out the window and said, humfrz, your wheel is coming off. I got out and sure enough, the passenger side real wheel was about a foot away from the car.
We pushed my car out of the intersection into the front of a service station/auto shop (yep, back in the day, some service stations actually worked on cars). A couple of station personnel helped us push the car into a spot at the station.
The mechanic and I agreed that most likely the rear axle had broken. They allowed me to keep my car there for the weekend. We had to call the girls father to come to get us (a 65 mile trip).
That weekend, I borrowed my brothers car and visited a local junk yard. In the snow and muddy ground (yes, it WAS up hill) I pulled the rear axle out of a junk car. The old man at the yard wouldn't take any money, he just said, I'll catch you next time.
That Sunday my future father-in-law drove us back to school. Monday I walked across campus carrying the axle. That got a lot of looks! I dropped off the axle at the service station for them to replace my busted axle.
On Friday, I went to pick up my car. The axle was broken and the new (used) axle slipped right in. I asked the station manager how much I owed him. He asked if I was a student, I said yes. He asked how much money I had, and I said $35. He said keep your money young man, for books, but, now you know where to get gas.
THE END
humfrz