car trouble
Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 5:04 pm
Two seminary students were living in the mountains above Denver when their
old high school friend Gary arrived in his ancient Maserati sports car.
He had just driven it from Ohio, and as he pulled into the driveway of the
two seminary students, the car broke down.
Calls to auto-supply houses and garages in search of replacement parts
proved futile.
The 1962 model was simply too rare. Responses ranged from "Mas-a-what?" to
"You've got to be kidding."
One guy just laughed.
Gary was at the end of the listings in the Yellow Pages when he dialed
Victor's
Garage.
"Vic," he said, "you're my last hope. Do you carry any parts for a
1962 Maserati?"
There was a long pause.
Finally, Victor cleared his throat. "Yes," he replied. "Oil."
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old high school friend Gary arrived in his ancient Maserati sports car.
He had just driven it from Ohio, and as he pulled into the driveway of the
two seminary students, the car broke down.
Calls to auto-supply houses and garages in search of replacement parts
proved futile.
The 1962 model was simply too rare. Responses ranged from "Mas-a-what?" to
"You've got to be kidding."
One guy just laughed.
Gary was at the end of the listings in the Yellow Pages when he dialed
Victor's
Garage.
"Vic," he said, "you're my last hope. Do you carry any parts for a
1962 Maserati?"
There was a long pause.
Finally, Victor cleared his throat. "Yes," he replied. "Oil."
Archived topic from Iceteks, old topic ID:4481, old post ID:35902
