My dad drove to the world's fair at the ripe old age of 16 from northern Minnesota. His older brother lived up here so he had a place to stay. somewhere in South Dakota his car broke down (needed a generator)...so my dad called home and my grandfather said "fix it" and hung up the phone...haha 2 days of sleeping in a barn the parts finally came in and he was on the road again...till the car broke down again in Idaho...which he just put it in neutral and coasted into spokane (no interstates...just a very scary steep drive downhill according to him). He finally made it and enjoyed the fair...but spent most of the time rebuilding the car to make the trip home.
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