January 1971, I worked a Sunday 7-3 shift and had plans to go look at a car I was thinking about buying.
Very cold day and my car in the parking lot has a flat tire LR, then lug nuts are all really tight and as each
one breaks loose on the studs, that sends a painful sensation up my arms, finally get tire changed and I am really cold now.
Driving to Beamsville on QEW and my oil warning light comes on, back in the day and on a Sunday, no gas stations open on highway.
Had to divert to #8 and hunt up a place to buy some oil, finally found a place and put in 2 quarts of oil.
Now its really dark and I am looking for farm house address in a place that I know nothing about, no cell phones back then.
lucky for me I ask at a house and get the direction I needed, arrive at the farm and there are cars parked every which way, guy
is having a family re-union , lots of people, knock on the door and speak to the car owner, plan is I will keep car for a day to see if I like it.
cant locate the damn keys and we look for about half an hour, find them, go outside and start the car and leave the farm in Beamsville.
Look at the gas guage and its on fumes, take the 50 road exit to go the highway 8 for fuel and the car runs out of gas on the exit ramp.
I am still cold and have not had anything to eat since noon, I see a house light away off the distance and walk to it and knock on the door.
2 elderly ladies wont allow me in to use the phone to call the car owner for help, after 15 minutes of sweet talking, they finally allow me in.
I find the car owners number in the phone book and call him to come and get me, on the phone I can hear that he is drunk due to re-union at his house,
I thank the ladies and walk back to the stalled car, oh oh , OPP is parked on the ramp and is not a happy camper that the car is on the ramp.
I tell him the owner is on his way with gasoline and I will be on my way soon, then I realize that the owner is intoxicated and on his way.
Owner shows up and its so cold that the OPP officer stays in his cruiser, put gas in the tank and down the carb but the battery dies and now
we have to turn the car he came in and turn it around on the ramp to boost the dead battery, Cop is fuming in his car.
Got the car started , OPP left the scene and I told the car owner I did not want the car, we go back to his farm and I say bye bye.
Get into my car but cant turn it around due to more family members have arrived, so I have to reverse back to the road down a long
dark driveway and yes I go off the driveway and into the ditch, cant get out, go back to the farm house and explain my woes,
He says no problem, just use his tractor to pull me out, cant find tractor key , look for 10 minutes to find them, go to barn and tractor
wont start, fiddle with it for half an hour and it fires up.
Get car out and finally get home in Hamilton ant 11.30 PM, very cold and hungry not to mention uptight,
This is true story, I thought about calling Hollywood and asking if they could make a movie about it, what a horrible day it was.