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We had auto shop in high school. Everyone that owned a car took it. I didn't own one, but being somewhat mechanical, I took it anyway. Our shop teacher would let you do work on your car and he'd grade you.

One time my buddy with an Alpha Romeo Sprint wanted to replace his brake pads. He only had time to do two wheels during class. Later on that night, him and I were cruising down some street and he was so happy that he had brakes, he slammed on  the brakes to show me. We immediately did a 180 and slid sideways between two parked cars and hit the curb. We got lucky we didn't hit anything but the curb. Apparently he did two wheels on one side of the car. He wasn't the brightest, but he was lucky. I remember more of what happened in this class than any other class. Art was second.

Those were the days.

Last edited by Carlos G

@Stan Galat - My Grandfather had a big ol' farm house that had a "Summer Kitchen" - That was a big addition off the side of the house, all by itself, with big windows on two sides to let the breezes through and cool the kitchen from the wood-burning kitchen stove.  Under that kitchen we could store the 12 cords of wood needed to heat the house in the winter (I'm not making this up) and off to the side down there was the outhouse.  It was a 3-holer.   I never quite figured that out, the three holer part, but it came in handy when the power went out during storms and the water pump didn't work and the toilet wouldn't flush.  

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