When I was a kid and my family was making one of our Pilgrimages to visit my grandparents in California from Texas our '41 Dodge was in the process of throwing a rod near Seligman, Arizona. By the side of the road my dad pulled the pan, dropped that rod by removing the wrist pin. He shoved the piston back to the top and drove to Hackberry before he found someone that would rent him shop space and tools to fix it "good enough" to get us to Pittsburg, California. He spent much of his vacation rebuilding the bottom end of that engine in my grandparent's driveway without pulling it out of the car. I once heard my dad tell a doubtful customer who ask if he could fix their car, "If Henry Ford can build 'em surely to God I can fix 'em". And he could!
