January 28th, 2010
(48 year-old son, Dave, is driving his 71 year-old mother, Donna to the store. )
Dave:
Yeah, I had that 65′ Buick, used keep stalling on me. Figured out rust chips from the gas tank kept plugging up the fuel filter.
I’d travel with 2 pencils, a screwdriver and a spare fuel filter. Whenever it’d stall, I’d pull over, pop the hood, unscrew the clamps on the fuel filter, stick the pencils into the lines on either side of the filter so gas didn’t leak, put in the spare fuel filter and I was back on the road in four minutes.
Donna:
We used to have an Olds convertible when you guys were little..
Dave:
I remember that car.
Donna:
Brakes were shot – driving you guys around on the ice with no brakes, shish!
Dave:
And you were probably drunk.
Donna:
I always had a few belts before getting into that car. Are you kidding?