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When I was in college (back in the dinosaur days), I was limping my old car back across the mountains from Eastern Washington to Western Washington for winter break and to have daddybucks get a clunking U-joint fixed. Well in the middle of a dark tunnel my right front tire hit a deep pothole. The U-joint broke, laying the driveline down. I was told after it happened that I was very lucky that it layed down the way it did. The other way could of flipped the car.
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