When the Hubs and I were first dating, he had this puke green Fiat--can't remember its name - I don't think it deserved one. It ran fine Mon-Thurs and promptly broke down every Friday eve. The clutch cable broke so often that he carried a spare - it became so routine he got it down to about a 15 min job, usually at about 2 in the morning in below zero weather somewhere along the 13 mile route between our houses. In summer it overheated very easily, so he rigged up this fan to cool the engine. Until he installed a switch for it, my job was to hold these two little wires together, which I did very gingerly, causing them to arc and spark. I can still hear him saying, "Hold them TOGETHER, not CLOSE to each other--TOGETHER!"
The worst of it was when it finally breathed its last, he went and bought ANOTHER one - same puke green! He figured he had learned how to repair everything that could ever go wrong, so why not? This one, I gave a new name to..it came to be called the "FIAB" for "Fix It Again, Bil!"
