Yeah, I didn't see the problem either.
So my tale about an 'illegal' fire....
It happened circa early 1970s while I still had my '53 Ford panel truck (see photo). It was also during my career as a mechanic at my dad's service station.
My granddad, my oldest son, who was about 8-9, & I were on our way into the back-country to hunt Coues deer not too far from Patagonia, AZ.
I was towing my jeep along a fairly rough 2-track at about 10-12 MPH when all of sudden the engine began racing & we coasted to a stop. No amount of shifting, etc. helped. I immediately thought broken U-joint. I had my grandfather get behind the wheel to steer while I started the jeep & pushed the truck off the road into a flat grassy area. Then I laid down alongside the truck while he tried to move it. The drive line was turning normally. Only one other thing it could be: broken axle. I had my tool box & managed to remove the broken axle. I used a coat hangar with a loop to drag out the busted end
By then, it was already about 4 pm. & it would be dark soon. So even though we were still a few miles from hunting country, we temporarily set up camp right there.
I then drove the open jeep back to Patagonia & called my dad so he could find me an axle. I also instructed him to have my wife call at the pay phone I was using ASAP. When she did, I gave her directions so she could bring me the axle. Once my dad located an axle at a junk yard (a '54 station wagon was a substitute), she called me back & I told her where I would be. waiting -- next to a vacant field on the corner of the hwy. & side road to camp. The drive would take her about 4 hrs. in our '69 Camaro SS.
I left the comfort of the place where the phone was and headed to the corner. It was getting really chilly. I gathered a bunch of deadfall & built a warming fire. About an hour later, I see the flashing lights of cop car. It was the sheriff. Someone had complained. I explained my problem, but he quickly told me waiting wasn't a problem as long as there was no fire.
I went back to the local pub & waited until about the time my wife would be getting there. About 15 mins. later, she pulled up. I had her follow me back to camp. I had warned her that she would be spending the night, so she had brought a couple warm blankets. I wrapped one around me so I wouldn't freeze my cajones in the open jeep.
The next day, I had Ellen stay until I had installed the new axle & made sure it worked.
Now you know the rest of the story.
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