Awhile back I had an
oil line come loose while on a Sunday drive. No tools no cell. While sitting along side of the road a man with his family stopped in an old truck and asked if I needed help. You could tell they had just left church as they were in their Sunday Best. Much to my surprise, the guy asks me to do him the honor of allowing him to work on my Cobra. He got his tools out, rolled up the sleeves of his clean white shirt and crawled into the wheel well. I'll never forget that man. It certainly restored my faith in humanity.