I had a Fiat 850; my first car. Back in the late ‘60s, it cycled like this...The car would break-down. It was towed to Tony’s. He’d have to order the part. Three weeks later, he’d fix it, and take my money.
A week later, it was something else and we’d begin again.
A friend who knew of all my problems with the car, nonetheless bought it from me for a few cases of beer and a bag of weed.
The next day, I introduced him to Tony.
“The next day, I introduced him to Tony.”
BWHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!
Oh, Lord that was funny!
Uh, didn’t the 850 feature the motor that you could lift out of the car w/o a hoist, and rebuild on your kitchen table?
I had one of these in college. Tiny little engine. The roof leaked around the windows. I worked on it myself and didn't drive it very far. The engine & trans mounts were not very sturdy.