"Didn't you know you was sliding a wheel every time you threw on the brake?
Wonder to me is you didn't skid off a grade somewhere!" He hitched himself into a new and uncomfortable pose and set the wrench on a nut, screwing his well-fed face into an agonized grimace while he put his full strength into the turn.

"If I could find a man that I'd trust my life with on these roads, I'd have me a chauffeur," he grumbled for the millionth time.

"That reformed blacksmith musta welded these nuts on to the bolts," he added, and muttered something savage when the wrench slipped and he barked a knuckle.

"Well, what yuh want?
Go ahead and have it, or do it--only don't stand watching me when I'm trying to--" He gritted his teeth, threw the wrench away and picked up another.

"Go ask your mother," he exclaimed.