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.