My story does not start at but winds up at the fling kinda....
Starts out on Fathers day sunday.
Tooling down route 12 headed to Lake Geneva Wisc.
following Marty in his red w/ white stipes.
Oops what was that? front right tire starts pulling....
Oh cr@p flat, flat flat. Now what? No jack , no spare, ?????
Wait, I hear kids playing yeah, there it's coming from over that ridge! Peering over the ridge there is a mom giving the kids rides
on the quad.
She comes to the fence, I ask if she may have a jack?
"Well my husband has one in the garage. but it's kinda heavy
it's a floor jack." OK !!! what luck!
Wait what the .... can't get it under the frame with the tire low and leaning off the road it's too low. Darn it!
Now her husband standing by the fence says whats a matter?
I explain , then ask Do you have maybe a couple of 2 x 12's or anything to raise the tire up, so we can slip the jack under.
"Nope no 2 x 12's but how bout a ramp?"
Man how lucky can you get?
Now there's a Walmart down the road. yep they have tire patch, some air, and back to the car .
Get the wheel on give them their jack and ramp back, and off we go.
These folks would not take a cent from us and turned down my invitation to dinner. Would not hear of it.
Seriously though, these folks helped us out big time !!
Well their kids liked our cars so much we picked the family up some T shirts from the fling and a couple of die cast cobras to send them. Maybe they can talk Dad into selling his 69 chevelle
and buying a real car (replica of course)
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