Strangers Step In to Get Us Home
“I learned how disarming such an old car can be, and how genuinely helpful people truly are.”
I last left the story of the in my 1967 Plymouth Barracuda regretting my distinct lack of spare ignition parts. Additionally, I made perhaps the number one mistake when dealing with a vintage car: being infected with something akin to what pilots call “getthere-itis,” that feeling that you absolutely need to get moving no matter the weather or the condition of the aircraft. While such a
