If there are two things in this world that don't mix it's my Dad, and cars. Ya see he doesn't like to spend alot of money on fixing them so he thinks of weird ways to make them work again. One thing he did was back in the 60's, before I was born, on a 63 Galaxy 500 fastback with a 390 in it. He said the carburetor wasn't opening up all the way so instead of taking it somewhere to have it worked on he drilled a hole in the dash, and tied some fishing line onto the linkage with a piece of wood on the other end inside of the car. Whenever he wanted the carb to open up, he'd just yank on the fishing line.
Some years later he got a little Toyota that had oil shooting out of the dip stick. Well for that problem he took out the dip stick, cut up a water hose, drilled a hole in one of the valve covers, and connected the valve cover to where the dip stick was with the water hose.
My Dad bought a 85 Ranger back in 1990. It's been a good truck, but for the last two years or so it's been leaking oil real bad. Well it's Dad to the rescue again. This time he stole one of Mom's frying pans, and bolted it between the frame under the oil pan. I know it sounds bad but it gets worse. After awhile the oil started spilling out of the frying pan so Dad cut up some of his old socks, and put them inside of the pan to soak up the oil.
There are some more of my Dad's car tales, but I think I'll stop for now. If one good thing has come from all of this it's that I've learned not to let Dad anywhere near my car.
