Among the images of my dad I have in my head are him working on the car. We always had an old used car, and dad was always "tinkering" with it: adjusting the brakes; greasing the chassis; changing the oil; tuning the engine; etc. Every once in a while he would take all four tires off and set the car on cement blocks. He would have me sit in the driver's seat and pump the brakes while he bled the lines. On one such occasion we did that, then later in the day, Dad put the tires back on the car, and we went for a ride in the country. We were all enjoying the afternoon drive among the trees and the birds when all of a sudden ...WHAM!!!
There we were, bottom of the car slammed against the gravel of the old country road ...
... Dad had forgotten to put the lug nuts on the tires! In my mind's eye I can still see the tires rolling past, all four in perfect synchronization.
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