CLUB OF CAR FANS
SCHOOL BAG
“Doctors have suspicious patients who suspect that they have a serious illness. And we have the same customers,”Slava Butkevich, a well-known carburetor in Kiev, told me. And he remembered one curious incident from his rich practice.
Once they brought us the "seven" in tow. The day before, the owner visited her at a large old-mode service station, then safely drove until the evening, and in the morning could not start the engine. Therefore, he sinned, as usual, on a carburetor, in which the masters managed to dig deeper.
He, however, was in perfect order. The mixture was working properly where it should be. But there were problems with the spark. On the central wire it is, and on the candles - as cut off. We examined the wires - normal. They removed the cover, checked the coal - also intact. Traces of breakdowns are not visible. The riddle!
And then my colleague, slapping himself on the forehead, looked into the hole in the lid under the central wire and shone, rejoicing at his quick wits. From a well, with a small hook, he drew a column of compressed blotter.
- Did you have a fight yesterday at the service station?
“It was a deal,” the owner answers. - And who told you?
- Blotter. While it was wet, you drove, and dried - stop! So we dabbled in school, putting a porous sheet under a lamp under a break. At the service station, they joked only in Soviet times.