There was a sign in the door that said something came up for the owners but they would be back in about a half hour. Well, there aren't many stores in Michigan, but we did find a grocery store but it was closed. My wife then said she was hungry and wanted to go for a walk downtown. It was just an old-time gas station that survived from the ’50s or ’60s, with a dirt driveway and a couple of old gas pumps. I don't remember the name of the station or even if there was a name out front. He asked me if that was my car and that his dad, a retired Chevy mechanic, would probably love to set the ignition points on the old classic. The young man I talked to said to go ahead and take what I needed out of his toolbox.Īs I was looking through his toolbox he noticed my ’66 El Camino sitting in his lot. I had a good guess what was wrong with the car and asked if I could borrow a set of feeler gauges as I was sure that my ignition points had closed up. We were on Highway 2 heading west and decided to pull into the little town of Michigan, North Dakota, where there sat this old-time gas station and we pulled in. It was very low on power and backfiring whenever we had to go up a small hill or anything that put a load on the engine. My wife and I were taking my 1966 El Camino to the Devil's Run car show in North Dakota when the car started running terribly. I just read your article on nostalgia from the ’50s and ’60s and wanted to share an experience from about five years ago.
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