ye gods and little fishes...!

  reminds me of the time when, heading for washington st. from s.f. with
a load of small kids and a wife, i limped into bend, ore., with a
sputtering '68 bus and a kindly roadside gas station mechanic advised me
that no. 3 exhaust valve had blown, that he could fix it within maybe 72
hours, adding that a reasonable motel was nearby, and that the repair
would cost only slightly more than an arm and a leg.  in purple shock, i
stuck my head into the rear hatch a bit, noticed the sparkplug wire on
no. 2 had jiggled off, reattached it, and engine fired back to life.  
this archcriminal's response was, of course, silence... the engine ran
fine for many more years.
  ....
Skip Montanaro wrote:
> 
> Subject: wanna here a story?
> Date: Fri, 10 Jan 1997 17:59:04 -0500 (EST)
> 
> Let me explain my recent trip through Columbus to all my friends at the
> vanagon mailing list.  I have a 1983 VW Vanagon-- the last of the
> air-cooleds!!!  Had it been completely up to a Dr. James Cowan in Columbus,
> the "import doctor"...