The 6-volt generator in my '64 VW threw its windings near Palmdale, California, on the way to Edward's Air Force Base on an early Monday, after departing the San Fernando Valley.
If I didn't make work on time I'd be technically AWOL.
I duct-taped my flashlight to the driver's side front fender, made it through Lancaster to Rosamond, past the remains of the Happy Bottom Riding Club, and the 18-miles out to the base.
If the California Highway Patrol was aware of my plight, they kept their distance. I'm eternally grateful.
Oddly enough, the flashlight put out as many lumens that pitiful 6-V system.
