My Dad was a "Chief Engineer” — among other things that meant he was a 
diesel mechanic — in the west coast fishing fleet out of San Diego. He 
used to grab a large screwdriver, put the tip where he thot the 
offending noise was coming from, and put the handle end up against his 
ear. I’ll never forget the time we took the flooring out of the back of 
my Mother’s ’58 Ford station wagon and I drove around the neighborhood 
while he straddled the frame rails listening for the squeak. Found it.

This is the very best I ever heard Bill.
Superbly poignant.

In the runner up category
One day I came across a pickup truck. The hood was wide open. The driver 
was leaning way out the window.
  Standing on the bumper was Rick Buckley. He was drizzing gas from a 
beercan into the carburetor.
  This was close to 10 miles up Elk Creek on a ridiculously treacherous 
narrow mountain road. You know those "look over the edge 500 feet" roads 
you see in the movies.
  I asked if I could help but they just waved me off.

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The fuel pump had failed
   yours scott

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