Join Date: Dec 2006
Location: Laguna California
I have three McGuyver stories:
# 1. Had a 1970 VW Squareback with PO-bodges all over the place. The VW throttle works on a cable with a spring return pulling back to idle. Driving to work one morning the spring snaps, throttle drops to the floor and revs wind up past redline. Switch off and roll to the side of the road.
I'm a construction project manager, and had several large sets of plans rolled up in the back seat. I undid the broken ends of the throttle return spring, took two rubber bands from the rolled-up plans, and made it to work on time.
# 2. Same VW, I decided to replace the old fuel lines. This entailed removing the fuel tank, so I ran it almost dry and drained the last of the gas into a plastic bottle. Lines replaced, tank back in, pour the pint of gas back into the tank, and off the gas station for a refill.
Stalled out a few hundred yards from the gas station, not a drop left. While I jimmy the lines hoping to get it to run just one more minute, a car going the opposite way U-turns along side and asks if I need help.
It's a young blonde in a bikini, with a 12-pack of beer on the seat next to her! Like something out of a beer commercial! I started laughing and told her nothing like this has ever happened to me before! I should have forgotten about the VW and taken her up on her offer . . .
# 3. On a first date with a young lady, we're walking down the sidewalk on Ventura Blvd in Sherman Oaks and come across a damsel-in-distress stranded at the curb. I ask if she needs help - her car won't start and she's got a baby in the back seat. When she twists the key, the starter clicks, but it won't turn over. Ask if she has any tools with her, well yes there's a hammer in the trunk. I tapped the stater with the hammer, ask her to try again, and it fires instantly.
The damsel, and my date, both looked at me like I was Jesus.