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\"404orofino<\/a>Boy meets girl, aaah, love at first sight! But what happens when a real flesh and blood girl steps in between the boy and his first car? Any of a million different things can happen, but what actually happens depends on the car, and the times. Orofino Wheels tells the stories of five different couples and their cars, each story set in a different time- the Roaring Twenties, the Depression Thirties, the Postwar Forties, the Rock-and-Roll fifties, and the Vietnam Sixties \u2013 and each with a car of the times. The cars evolve, the times change, but true love is timeless.<\/p>\n

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Chapter 1<\/h2>\n

The first time he saw her, she was in the way. He had to edge around her, making sure he wouldn\u2019t touch her somewhere he shouldn\u2019t, and then he had to find what he was after in her shadow. But, she smelled good. He would never forget that smell. Somehow, she was the only one that ever smelled that way. When he asked his dad about it, he just said, \u201cBoys will be boys, it just happens.\u201d<\/p>\n

In the following few days, whenever he brought up her name, his friends made fun of her. No style, they said. Too big, not fast, and never would be. It wasn\u2019t always that way. He looked it up in the old newspaper in the library. The day she arrived on the train from Spokane, she drew a crowd at the station. When she first went down Main Street, at least a dozen men followed her. A few said it was just because she was black, but most thought she was the best thing that ever hit town.<\/p>\n

Bjorn Bergstrom, everyone called him BB, was sixteen that summer of 1926. His father, Sven, brought BB, and the rest of his family, to Orofino two years before. Sven came to manage sector three for the Camas Prairie Railroad. The company provided a house on the still unpaved corner of Fourth and Main, gave them passes to Lewiston, Kamiah, Weippe, and Grangeville, and expected Sven to grow the road\u2019s lumber and grain shipping business. For BB, it all meant that he never knew a day he wasn\u2019t around machines, usually with a wrench in his hands.<\/p>\n

* * * * *<\/p>\n

The next time he saw her, he was following his uncle Ollie, and pulling a battery charger behind him. \u201cMake sure you disconnect that battery before you start charging it,\u201d Ollie said. \u201cNo telling what might be draining it.\u201d<\/p>\n

BB and Ollie sat on the driver\u2019s side running board waiting while the battery charged. \u201cYou know, son,\u201d Ollie began, \u201cYour grandma quit driving almost two years ago. Don\u2019t know why. Maybe she just got too old. Maybe the car broke.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou think the car\u2019s broke?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe not broke. Maybe just sick. These old nail-head sixes have this funny rocker arm lube system. Works great when it\u2019s clean, but will ruin the valves when it\u2019s not. Around here, going up and down the mountains and all, you can easily burn the oil and turn her into a hayburner. Yeah, you gotta change the oil and clean the wicks every five-hundred miles or so.\u201d<\/p>\n

BB stared at his uncle.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you\u2019re gonna drive this beast, you gotta learn how to do all the maintenance it needs. She\u2019s not like today\u2019s cars.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGee, Uncle Ollie, Grandma gave it to me. I\u2019ll take good care of it. I swear.\u201d<\/p>\n

BB took a rag out of his back pocket and started to brush the dust off of a fender.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet me tell you something, BB. If you go around in something that looks good, but doesn\u2019t perform like it should, everybody will know you\u2019re a fake, a con-man, or a show-off. That\u2019s a bad reputation. Better your machine runs good, and you can fix anything that goes wrong. Then you get a reputation as a real man.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s what I want.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell then, son, when you drive this old car, you better know exactly how she\u2019s doing by how she feels, and how she sounds. Take your time. And, get it right.\u201d<\/p>\n

BB reached under the front seat, and pulled out the manual. Just reading the title on the cover made him smile. \u20181920 Buick Model K-Six-50 Seven Passenger Sedan.\u2019 It was his, sick or not.<\/p>\n

Ollie got the old Buick started, and nursed it the three blocks from Grandma Ingrid\u2019s shed to the back of Sven\u2019s covered side yard. BB and Ollie managed to get all four wheels off the ground by jacking her up, and then resting each axle on a Lodgepole Pine round. When they finished, Ollie brushed his hands together, and said, \u201cThere you go. It\u2019s yours to get running right. Good luck.\u201d<\/p>\n

BB started by taking the wheels off, removing the inner tubes, and patching them so that they would reliably hold air. He put an emergency patch kit in the drawer under the rear seat. The manual showed twelve grease fittings. Ten were easy to find. BB searched for over an hour to find the other two. He gave a sigh of relief when he discovered the last one was a half inch from the log holding up a rear axle. It took the grease.<\/p>\n

BB lay in the dust of the side yard, wiping the grease gun clean, when he heard a young voice behind him say, \u201cHi, BB.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell hello, Dennis. How\u2019s my favorite six-year-old neighbor kid?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re all dirty. Whatcha doin\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m working on my car. I\u2019m making it run right.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dennis lay down next to BB, and scooted under the Buick. \u201cYou doin\u2019 somethin\u2019 under here?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah. I put grease in all the nipples. Can you see any?\u201d<\/p>\n

Dennis reached up and wiped the excess grease off of one of them. \u201cYeah,\u201d he said. \u201cThis stuff is yucky.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou ain\u2019t seen nothin\u2019 yet. Wait \u2018til I drain the oil,\u201d BB said.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan I help?\u201d \u201cNah. You\u2019re too small. You can watch, though, if you promise to stay out of the way.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI will.\u201d<\/p>\n

BB slid a large pan under the crankcase, put a wrench on the drain plug, and slowly began turning. At first, nothing happened. After another turn, a few drops came out. Then, all at once, the plug dropped into the pan, and oil gushed out of the drain hole.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhee! Look at that,\u201d Dennis cried.<\/p>\n

BB snatched the rag out of his pocket, and wiped the oil off of his hand, arm and the wrench. The two boys lay under the car, waiting for the last drop of oil to dribble out of the crankcase, and looking at the underneath of the Buick. Dennis pointed to a bulge in the rear axle. \u201cWhat\u2019s this?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s called a differential. It makes sure the rear wheels roll right when you go around a corner. One has to roll faster than the other, you know.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dennis pointed to a long rod. \u201cWhat\u2019s this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s the drive shaft. It sends the power from the front of the car to the back. It\u2019s got U-Joints.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dennis pointed at the large metal cone near BB\u2019s head. \u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s the transmission. It chooses what gear to be in. This car has four different ones.\u201d<\/p>\n

With that, Dennis scooted out from under the car and said, \u201cBye,\u201d and ran off toward his house.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomeday, he\u2019ll understand and not get bored,\u201d BB said to the last drop of oil plopping into the pan.<\/p>\n

Next, BB tried to remove the valve cover without ruining the gasket. He failed. But he did manage to get all six wicks out of their sleeves, clean them with kerosene, and get them reassembled.<\/p>\n

BB jumped when he heard is father say, \u201cHow\u2019s it going?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, except for this gasket. It\u2019s ruined. It was really stuck. Sven looked at the valve cover, and the top of the engine block. \u201cYou gotta get those surfaces clean, or it\u2019ll leak like the dickens. Use a wire brush and lots of kerosene.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI will.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you look under the backseat, or maybe in Grandma\u2019s shed for a new one? Maybe there are some spares somewhere.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll look.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you can\u2019t find any, go down to Triple-A Auto Parts. They sell rolls of gasket material. You make an outline of what you need with butcher paper, then you trace onto the gasket stock, cut it out, and by jiminy, you\u2019ve got yourself a gasket. Just make sure you cut very carefully. Any slip or hole, and it\u2019s ruined.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks, Pa, I\u2019ll do it<\/p>\n

.\u201d * * * * *<\/p>\n

BB couldn\u2019t wait for Saturday to arrive. He\u2019d shown his dad how well the old car ran on Tuesday, but had to wait until Sven had a day off to try it out on the road. Saturday morning the sun shown at dawn for the first time all spring. BB thought it a really good omen.<\/p>\n

Before they took the Buick off the blocks, Sven sat BB behind the wheel. \u201cWe start by working the pedals. Let me see how you do the clutch. It\u2019s pretty heavy. You need a lot of strength.\u201d<\/p>\n

BB pushed the clutch pedal down with his left foot.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot so fast,\u201d Sven said. Let me see you let it up slow. You\u2019ve got to feel the clutch engage. That\u2019s important.\u201d<\/p>\n

BB pushed the clutch in, and gradually let it up. About halfway he stopped, and held it. \u201cI think it feels different right about here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll see. Now, start her up.\u201d<\/p>\n

BB set the spark advance to the cold start position, pulled the choke, turned the key, pushed in the clutch, and pressed the starter button. The engine belched once, blew a puff of smoke out of the tailpipe, and roared to life. Sven gave the thumbs-up sign. BB waited a few seconds, and then moved the spark advance. The engine settled into a smooth idle.<\/p>\n

\u201cNice work, son. She sounds really good.\u201d<\/p>\n

A big grin lit up BB\u2019s face.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, now let\u2019s see you work the gears. Put her in first, and let out the clutch.\u201d<\/p>\n

BB jammed the clutch pedal all the way to the floorboard, and moved the floor mounted shift lever into the lower left position of the shifter\u2019s H-pattern.<\/p>\n

Sven said, \u201cDon\u2019t forget to give her a little gas when you feel the clutch take hold.\u201d<\/p>\n

BB nodded, took a deep breath, and began to let the clutch pedal come up off of the floorboard. A couple of seconds later, the car lurched, the engine coughed but kept running, and the rear wheels began to spin. Sven broke into a loud laugh. \u201cNot too smooth there BB,\u201d he said when he got control of himself. \u201cNow try second.\u201d<\/p>\n

BB pushed in the clutch, moved the shifter to the second position and gunned the engine when he felt the clutch take hold. \u201cEasy there, easy. You rev that engine too much before the clutch is fully engaged, and you\u2019ll burn her up in no time.\u201d<\/p>\n

A red blush crawled over BB\u2019s face.<\/p>\n

\u201cTry third.\u201d BB shifted.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s better. Now brake with your right foot and try it again.\u201d<\/p>\n

After ten times through the transmission sequence, Sven said, \u201cOkay, BB, let\u2019s get her down and try her out in the street.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ten minutes later, the Buick Six-50 sat on its wheels, idling smoothly, BB behind the wheel, and Sven in the front passenger seat. \u201cOkay BB, put her in first, slowly steer her straight to the street, and then stop.\u201d<\/p>\n

Two lurches later the car slowly rolled through the Bergstrom\u2019s side yard. She stopped, and stalled, at the curb. \u201cNot bad, BB,\u201d Sven said. \u201cJust remember, driving means doing lots of things at once. You work the pedals with your feet, the steering wheel and gearshift with your hands, the road front, back and both sides with your eyes, all the while listening to everything going on around you. And, you do all that at the same time, understand?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood. Now take her out onto Main, and head for the station.\u201d[\/toggle]<\/p>\n

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Chapter 5<\/h2>\n

He smelled it long before he saw it. Somehow, the low, gray, winter mist that hung in the Clearwater River Valley softened the sounds, but spread the aromas. The ground covered with snow seemed to exaggerate the intensity. Not that the distinctive smell of rye based moonshine could be mistaken for anything else. The odor in the alley behind the house made him guess at least a case must have fallen off of a truck close by.<\/p>\n

Dennis saw it when he reached the side of his house, or at least he saw enough through the crowd of people, to figure out what happened. He couldn\u2019t remember such a crowd since BB and Helga drove off after their wedding reception. He saw the front end of a logging truck resting in the back seat of a Model-18 Ford. The truck didn\u2019t look hurt at all. The Ford would never roll down a road again.<\/p>\n

The people mulled around the crash site waiting for Doctor Morgan to arrive. When he did, he had his young son in tow. \u201cMy car, oh my God, look what happened to my car.\u201d<\/p>\n

The uniformed police officer said, \u201cYou reported it missing three days ago. Looks like somebody wanted it to run shine.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s what I get for buying that V-8 engine. I figured I needed the speed to rush to my patients in emergencies. Now look.\u201d<\/p>\n

The doctor let go of his son\u2019s hand to pry open a door and look inside his ruined car. The boy immediately made a bee-line for the snow piled up by the roadside. When he stepped past it, and headed for the railroad tracks, Dennis went after him. He scooped the boy up from between the rails, and said, \u201cHey, little guy, where you goin\u2019? What\u2019s your name?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy name is Galen, and I\u2019m going swimming.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot today, there\u2019s ice in the river, but I\u2019ll bet I know something even better. Wanna try?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dennis carried his charge across the street, up his driveway, and into the garage where a 1930 Ford Fordor Sedan with a blown engine, sat parked. He snatched the inner tube that leaned against her, hiked up Canada Hill to the alley, turned right past the Bergstrom\u2019s house, and stopped at the vacant lot. He put the tube on the snow, held it while he settled on to it, and then set Galen on his lap.<\/p>\n

\u201cReady, Galen? Hold on.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dennis pushed off with both hands, got the tube started down the steep part of the hill, and wrapped his arms around the boy.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhee!\u201d Galen screamed until the tube came to rest at the snow pile at the edge of Main Street.<\/p>\n

\u201cFaster, faster, faster.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay little fella, up the hill, get going.\u201d<\/p>\n

This time they took a flight of stairs up from the alley, and climbed a little higher, before they stopped. Dennis himself positioned himself, had Galen pile on, and then started the tube sliding down the snow. They picked up speed, flew off of the cliff above the alley, bounced once, flew onto the lower hill, and didn\u2019t stop until they hit the snow pile.<\/p>\n

\u201cFaster, faster, faster, more, faster,\u201d Galen yelled at the top of his lungs.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay up the hill.\u201d<\/p>\n

They went past where they\u2019d started before, and climbed until they came to a low hanging tree branch. When ready, Dennis grabbed the branch, swung on it, and launched the tube, the boy, and himself down the hill. They flew off of the cliff, almost cleared the alley, but hit the far edge. The tube flipped sideways, threw Dennis face first down one side of the track, and rolled Galen down the other.<\/p>\n

The doctor rushed to pick up his son. \u201cOh, tiger, are you all right?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhee, faster, faster, more, faster.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, you\u2019re all wet and covered with snow.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMore, faster.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dennis retrieved the tube from across the street, and went to join Galen and his father. The doctor looked at him, and said, \u201cI know you, you\u2019re Dennis Petty, the banker\u2019s son.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, sir. I live next door there.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMore, faster, faster.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe liked it,\u201d the doctor said.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s fun.\u201d Dennis paused. \u201cUh, sir, can I ask you a question?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course.\u201d \u201cWhat are you going to do with your car?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJunk it, I suppose. Why?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI was wondering if I could have it.\u201d<\/p>\n

The doctor furrowed his brow. \u201cI don\u2019t know why not. Why?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d like the engine, and maybe the transmission if it still works. It\u2019s to go into the old Model-A we\u2019ve got. Her engine\u2019s blown. I\u2019d take care of junking the rest.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUh, sure, if the insurance company doesn\u2019t care. They\u2019ve got to get me a new car, but I can\u2019t imagine them wanting the old one for any reason.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou go over there and tell the tow truck guy where to put it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, sir. Thank you, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

* * * * *<\/p>\n

Dennis waited until after supper to put on his coat, and walk through the gently falling snow to the Bergstroms house. Sven answered the knock. \u201cHello, Dennis, come on in.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sven closed the door behind them, and said, \u201cWhat brings you over here on a night like this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d like to ask a favor, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d like your permission to borrow some of your tools. I plan to replace the engine in my old Model-A, and you know my Pa, he doesn\u2019t have many tools.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sven smiled. \u201cSure, Dennis. Hardly anyone\u2019s used them since BB left. Help Yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you, sir. I\u2019ll take good care of them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t have the engine hoist here. There\u2019s one down at the yard though. You tell Jock I told you that you could borrow it. He\u2019s slowed down some, and only works afternoons, but he\u2019ll give you a hand with it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll do it. Thank you again, sir.”<\/p>\n

\u201d * * * * *<\/p>\n

Saturday morning the sun shone, the snow had all melted, and the late March air gave the hint of an early spring. Dennis, in just his T-shirt and jeans, sprawled across the fender of the half-wrecked Model-18, socket wrench in hand, struggling to loosen the engine mount bolts. He\u2019d easily disconnected the hoses, belts, and electrical connections. Just the engine mounts slowed him down.<\/p>\n

\u201cExcuse me.\u201d<\/p>\n

The unexpected female voice made him twitch, and bump his head on the hood. He turned to see his classmate, black haired, dark eyed Carolynn, standing behind him.<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry,\u201d she said. \u201cI didn\u2019t expect anyone. Especially you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI won\u2019t stay long.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, it\u2019s okay, I need a break anyway. These bolts are stubborn. I guess the kerosene needs more time to soak in. What\u2019s up?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy brother left something in the car. He asked me to come and get it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour brother stole Doc\u2019s car?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, nothing like that. He\u2019s just the driver.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh. You know the police checked it pretty carefully.\u201d She looked down at her feet. \u201cIt\u2019s pretty personal. Could I look?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. I will. Where is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Carolynn hesitated. Finally she said, \u201cOkay. It\u2019s behind the vanity mirror. You know, on the passenger side visor.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dennis climbed in through the driver\u2019s side, flipped down the visor, and said, \u201cIt\u2019s all sewn together.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLook carefully, on the right side.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I see it now.\u201d He pushed the fabric slightly away from the mirror, and extracted a small piece of paper. On it, he read,<\/p>\n

I Love You<\/p>\n

425 Mountain View<\/p>\n

XXXXX Lil<\/p>\n

He handed the slip of paper through the broken passenger side window.<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks. Whatcha doin\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n

Dennis climbed back out before answering. \u201cI\u2019m puttin\u2019 this flat-head into my Model-A. It\u2019s pretty easy. Ford made it so all the engine mounts match up. Say, could you give me a hand for a minute?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSure. Why?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOne\u2019s stuck. I need more muscle.\u201d<\/p>\n

He picked up a three-foot piece of pipe, slipped it over the handle of the socket wrench, and said, \u201cThis\u2019ll give me more leverage. Here, I\u2019ll pull, and you push. On three, ready?\u201d<\/p>\n

On the count of three they both grunted, the bolt came loose, Dennis fell back against the fender, and Carolynn fell on top of him. She stayed that way for a few seconds. Dennis thought, \u201cShe\u2019s warm.\u201d<\/p>\n

When they got themselves sorted out, she said, \u201cYou make sure you put the Model-18\u2019s radiator in your A, and use anti-freeze, it\u2019s a better heat conductor than water, and if you ever take the engine apart, polish the exhaust channels. These early flat-heads overheat real easy, so do what you can to keep them cool.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe exhaust channels?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah. The block\u2019s casting is rough. You polish them, and it\u2019ll help make the exhaust flow smoother, and that will help keep the temperature down.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dennis stared at her. \u201cHow do you know all this stuff?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy brother, he talks about it.\u201d She smiled. \u201cBye, Dennis, thanks. When you get that old A runnin\u2019, let me know. I\u2019d like to see how you did.\u201d<\/p>\n

He watched her walk away, down the driveway, and up Main Street. All the while he couldn\u2019t help thinking about overheating.[\/toggle]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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