The courier will notify you of any such charges by SMS or email. By Michael Kliebenstein. Read part one of France in the '70s.
I think it was francs. Cruising through France in summer with a girlfriend was bliss. The little Traction took me through half of Europe. We slept in the car and had a great time.
Even when the car finally had a big-end failure it could be repaired right on the gravel. There were always parts to be found somewhere. No big deal. And friendly people were ready to help. We slept in the car, still wondering what the future might hold.
Traction spares were easy to find, the rest you learnt by just getting on with the job. Apparently it was stranded somewhere on the autoroute near Metz. Upon arrival at the motorway service station near Metz, it turned out the old Ford had been left many weeks in the open. Someone drove it there and simply abandoned it. With the oil pan removed and the help of a small tree trunk we prised the cylinder head off.
People came over and left us money for food. On top of that, Taps kept on dragging the parts away. I had to go searching all over the parking lot for them. Above: Most annoying was our dog, Taps, who constantly ran away with precious parts like pistons and plugs. They were all over the place at the motorway fuel station. Everything was loose and worn out. Could that engine ever run again? To cut a long story short, it could. We lived 10 days in that truck, right beside the motorway, working all daylight hours to get the thing going in order to drive it back home.
