An Expensive Education
“I learned how to work on cars by trial and error, and in doing so I paid—sometimes dearly.”
Whumpf! That was the sound the big Rochester four-barrel made when it backfired after I primed it with a slosh of gasoline. My eyelids lifted off my eyes, and my brows were singed into little yellow curls. I was 17 years old at the time, and working at a Shell gas station.
The owner came running out of his office yelling “I told you
