Another one of those GREAT personal stories that makes TA.net such a special place.My first car was a 1963 Plymouth Valiant with the slant six 225 motor and push button transmission. I made mention of this in an earlier post. What I didn't share that this was the beginning or my learning of vehicle mechanics
I was 15 years old when I purchased the car and still had 6 months before I could get my drivers license. Which was fine because the car needed to be cleaned up, needed a tune up, and new brakes all the way around. And I didn't know squat about doing any of this work myself. Well, mom worked part time as a secretary at the TWA repair facility located at what is now MCI International Airport in KC, MO. She actually worked for GE in conjunction with Rolls Royce who supplied engines and parts for jets.
So Mom would ask the mechanics who worked on the big jet engines how to do the work I needed to do. She would then come home and the two of us would get under the hood of that little Valiant and proceed to get to work. We popped off the distributor cap and dug in to replacing the points, rotor and condenser. Figured out adjusting the points and greasing up the lobe. We changed spark plugs and wires doing them one at a time as to not cross any wires and throwing of the firing order. I learned that the spark of a bad spark plug wire hurt big time, and mom learned to have a good laugh at my expense.
Later we moved on to doing brakes on all four corners and learned that kitty litter is great at soaking up brake fluid after bleeding brake lines on concrete. We even got to replace a master cylinder booster together. We amazed Dad many times at what we could fix and the mess we could make.
Miss you Mom,