The usually reliable Escort Wagon was dead.  The starter motor cranked, but nothing happened.  Being stranded with my young son might have seemed like a small nightmare, but it was one of the best moments we ever had.  I told him, “There are only three possibilities – fuel, air or spark.”  I showed him how the air cleaner was clear, and whiffed the gasoline that came out of the tailpipe unburned from the cranking.  Leaving only spark, I fiddled with the ignition wires until I found the main distributor lead had come off.  A few seconds later, the car roared to life and we were set to go.

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