I have driven this '51 binder coast-to-coast and back twice without maps, plans or spare parts. The ignition was jerry-rigged outside of Louisville and the brake system was a set of dumbells I'd toss out the door under the wheels between Eastern Nebraska and Denver. A highway patrolman pulled me over just before I crossed the Mississippi near Moline and offered to buy her. Another pulled me over near Vail and threatened to arrest me for driving her. She's got a three-on-the-tree transmission and a positive-ground 6 volt electric system and plenty of room to turn a wrench under the hood. She lives here now where she provides a café for squirrels when my grapes are ripe.
ENGINEERING, n. Unrefined ore awaiting the tinkerer's torch.