Sounds like none of you have been 16 years old, stuck in too much fresh snow without snow tires, alone in your Dad's Cordoba with a curfew deadline looming.
You put the floor mats under the rear tires and shoot them off impatiently. As the perspiration builds you note one tire is spinning and that if both would spin you could be home free.
You then click the parking brake on one notch a time until miraculously the damn car moves forward off the freshly created ice patch.
The lesson in torque, and patience lives with you for years.
The melted rubber on the edge of the floor mats and the cords hanging off the Firestone 721's, alas still get you busted. But you are home on time.
"Talk is cheap. Whiskey costs money."
You put the floor mats under the rear tires and shoot them off impatiently. As the perspiration builds you note one tire is spinning and that if both would spin you could be home free.
You then click the parking brake on one notch a time until miraculously the damn car moves forward off the freshly created ice patch.
The lesson in torque, and patience lives with you for years.
The melted rubber on the edge of the floor mats and the cords hanging off the Firestone 721's, alas still get you busted. But you are home on time.
"Talk is cheap. Whiskey costs money."