Friday, January 10, 2014
One Reason That I Think My Dad Can Do Anything
When Logan and I walked the dogs last weekend we came upon this truck parked in the lot of a gasoline wholesaler's office just off the greenbelt. I am pretty sure that they don't use it any more. It is up on blocks and all that. I love it. Old gas trucks like this always bring back a memory from my childhood.
Back in the 60's we were on a family vacation and we were in Nevada. I forget just how, but Dad discovered that we had a gasoline tank leak. He found out while we were in the middle of nowhere and Nevada has lots of nowhere spots. In fact there is more nowhere than somewhere. So, to keep from getting stranded Dad stepped on the gas. Back then Nevada didn't have posted speed limits. I don't remember how fast we were going but it was fast.
We got to whatever little town was next and Dad swung into action. We went to a motel and got checked in and then he went to a gas station. I tagged along with him. Remember gas stations back then. They could actually work on your car way back when. They put the car up on the lift and removed the gas tank and found where the leak was. If I remember right it was in one of the welded seams. I can't swear to it.
(Geocaching last summer with my Dad and Sister. The shadow is world's greatest BIL and photographer, Irv.)
The owner of the station couldn't repair the weld but knew somebody who could. The owner had a gas truck much like the one pictured and he just gave Dad the keys to it. We loaded up the gas tank in a small box at the back of the truck and Dad drove it to the welder's shop. The fixed it up pretty quickly and then we took it back to the gas station and they put it back on the car. Can you imagine such a thing these days?
Dad at Geronimo's gravesite, Fort Sill, Oklahoma. Yes, he is smiling. He and I have the same smile. You should see his frown.
Anyway, that is just one reason that I think my Dad can do anything.
Do you know somebody who can do anything? Who?