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times before it caught. The engine fired and

died. Buster kept trying, and just about the time

the starter was slowing, indicating the battery

was losing power, our hopes of getting out of

this tin can were dashed when the car roared to

life. Of course, when I say roared, I really

mean banged, because it clanked, chugged, and

backfired. But eventually, we were moving.

We stopped at the first stop sign, and

Buster had no sooner eased us out into the

middle of the intersection than the car stalled

again. There we sat for about ten minutes while

Buster attempted to start it. But this time the

starter did nothing but whir.

Luckily, we lived in a small town, and the

number of cars on main street in any given hour

could be counted on one hand, unless, of

course, it was fair week. The cars eased around

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