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I bought the car at the instigation of my future Father-in-law
as he didn't like the idea of his daughter being driven around
in an old Austin that had virtually no brakes, the gear stick
would not stay in gear and the wipers had to be worked by hand.
There were other things like the clutch pedal had to be held up with
my foot otherwise it would bounce up and down. He had a point I guess.
I was twenty, just out of the Army and had a steady girlfriend and at
that age friends were getting married. The first wedding was a friend
of mine so put the presents in the car and started off. As yet neither
of us had talked about the wedding, until about a mile away from the
Church, girlfriend brought the subject up and the car stopped. I didn't
want to get dirty checking it out so called a taxi. After wedding and
reception, got a bus back to car, checked but couldn't find anything wrong
but it still wouldn't start. Good spark, fuel flow OK.
What Girls knew about cars back then was that they needed gas in order to
work, so if it didn't work, then it was obviously out of gas. But the gauge
read third full. As a gas station was near by and to please her I bought a
can and filled it. Damn me if the car didn't start. She smiled all the way back
to her place. Couldn't figure it out. Next wedding was another friend of mine
and I was to be Best Man, and it was at the coast 50 miles away. We had talked
about this wedding and that it was on Saturday. Saturday morning car refused
to start so I quickly called some friends who were going. They picked me up
then picked up girlfriend and off we went. Later the car started immediately.
I was suspicious by this time as it had refused another wedding and the next
one was mine. I plotted with my almost father in law. I would drive over and
he would take his car out of the garage and we'd put mine in. This way she
couldn't see the wedding limos or hear anything. I thought once the wedding
was a fait accompli the car would have no reason to stop. Well, she didn't
until we were in France. We hadn't talked about the wedding just to be on the
safe side, until new wife suddenly brought the subject up and the car stopped.
Luckily we were near a village with a small hotel, a cafe, and a garage. I used
my schoolboy French and they towed the car in. Several cam gear teeth had
sheered off - three days to get part from Paris. That was the last wedding we
went to and the car never gave any more trouble. I've scratched my head over
this, couldn't help but wonder about the car's previous owners. Maybe it was
a couple who fought like cats and dogs while in the car ? Certainly weird and it
was funny that my Father in law and wedding guests all went along with my
belief that the car was aware of what was going on.
as he didn't like the idea of his daughter being driven around
in an old Austin that had virtually no brakes, the gear stick
would not stay in gear and the wipers had to be worked by hand.
There were other things like the clutch pedal had to be held up with
my foot otherwise it would bounce up and down. He had a point I guess.
I was twenty, just out of the Army and had a steady girlfriend and at
that age friends were getting married. The first wedding was a friend
of mine so put the presents in the car and started off. As yet neither
of us had talked about the wedding, until about a mile away from the
Church, girlfriend brought the subject up and the car stopped. I didn't
want to get dirty checking it out so called a taxi. After wedding and
reception, got a bus back to car, checked but couldn't find anything wrong
but it still wouldn't start. Good spark, fuel flow OK.
What Girls knew about cars back then was that they needed gas in order to
work, so if it didn't work, then it was obviously out of gas. But the gauge
read third full. As a gas station was near by and to please her I bought a
can and filled it. Damn me if the car didn't start. She smiled all the way back
to her place. Couldn't figure it out. Next wedding was another friend of mine
and I was to be Best Man, and it was at the coast 50 miles away. We had talked
about this wedding and that it was on Saturday. Saturday morning car refused
to start so I quickly called some friends who were going. They picked me up
then picked up girlfriend and off we went. Later the car started immediately.
I was suspicious by this time as it had refused another wedding and the next
one was mine. I plotted with my almost father in law. I would drive over and
he would take his car out of the garage and we'd put mine in. This way she
couldn't see the wedding limos or hear anything. I thought once the wedding
was a fait accompli the car would have no reason to stop. Well, she didn't
until we were in France. We hadn't talked about the wedding just to be on the
safe side, until new wife suddenly brought the subject up and the car stopped.
Luckily we were near a village with a small hotel, a cafe, and a garage. I used
my schoolboy French and they towed the car in. Several cam gear teeth had
sheered off - three days to get part from Paris. That was the last wedding we
went to and the car never gave any more trouble. I've scratched my head over
this, couldn't help but wonder about the car's previous owners. Maybe it was
a couple who fought like cats and dogs while in the car ? Certainly weird and it
was funny that my Father in law and wedding guests all went along with my
belief that the car was aware of what was going on.