My dad was a mechanic. For some years, he worked for a Dodge dealer. Dodge cars for a long time in the 50's had weak 3 spd transmissions and he kind of specialized in replacing them. He fabricated some special tools for it. He had all the tools and jacks on a special creeper. He would roll under the car and come out 20 min later with the job done. The book rate was 2 hrs and he got paid for that anyway. He made a lot of money doing it.

About those pull out choke knobs. He did a tune up for a lady. She was back a few days later and said the car wouldn't run right. Dad adjusted it again but never found a problem. A few days later she was back again with the same complaint. His boss told him to get it fixed. He went for a test drive with the lady and had her drive to figure out what she was talking about. After she started the car, she pulled out the choke knob and hung her purse on it.


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