Well, OK, if you insist.
Let me see, which one? I'll pick the most recent.
It was a fine spring weekday, when my daughter (just turned 16 and just got her drivers license) headed to HS, driving the car (a 1979 Chevrolet Caprice) that I had given to her for her 16th birthday. Yep, it was a 4 door tank, with new brakes and tires and a tape deck, that I installed for her so would drive the car.
A few minutes after she left, the door bell rang and there she stood in tears. I asked her what was wrong - she said "I just wrecked my car".
Sure enough, just down the street, while putting a new tape in the tape deck, she ran into the back of a parked car. I made her go up to that house, wake up the people and tell them what had happened, while I examined the car.
We returned to our house and retrieved a 8' length of 2"x4" and a crowbar and did enough body work to get the car back home.
The next day, after she calmed down, she asked "how are
we going to fix the car"? I said to her - no, it's how are
you going to fix the car.
That weekend I fired up my pickup truck, loaded her up, with a handful of tools, and off we went to this large junk yard out on the outskirts of town.
We pulled up and went inside the "office" and I made her do the talking, I just stood in the background. Now, understand, she was a fine looking 16 year old girl that was (still is fine looking) and shall we say, well endowed.
The two young men in the office scrambled to see which one was going to help this poor girl in distress. They escorted her (I followed at a distance) out into the junk yard and found a few wrecked 1979 Chevrolets. She knew what parts she needed (hood, right front fender, grill, and some trim pieces). The young man helped her remove the pieces and motioned for me to bring up my truck to load them up.
We got back to the "office" and she leaned over the counter and ask them how much did she owed them? The older one said "no charge, little miss, if you find out you need anything else, you just come back and see us".
OK, now, her car was off beside the garage and she proceeded to remove the damaged pieces and install the "new" ones - all by herself (using my tools). After the next weekend, she had it all fixed up - except for painting. I ran her up to the hardware store and she selected a few spray cans of paint that looked like they would match. She did the sanding, sprayed the primer and two coats of paint.
Good job, I said - she was proud -
THE END
(well, you did ask for it -
)
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