Back in the sixties a friend was picking me and two other girls up for an excursion in her VW beetle. She took the corner too shallowly and bounced off of the curb and flattened her tire. So we four girls (yeah, 4 girls in a VW beetle—tight, but it was a short trip), jacked up the car and replaced the tire. All OK so far, but then we couldn’t get the jack to lower … so we four girls lifted that little car off of the jack and back down to the pavement, packed up our tools, and drove off in our clown-car wannabe!
Back in the sixties a friend was picking me and two other girls up for an excursion in her VW beetle. She took the corner too shallowly and bounced off of the curb and flattened her tire. So we four girls (yeah, 4 girls in a VW beetle—tight, but it was a short trip), jacked up the car and replaced the tire. All OK so far, but then we couldn’t get the jack to lower … so we four girls lifted that little car off of the jack and back down to the pavement, packed up our tools, and drove off in our clown-car wannabe!