John White had moved west to Kingman, Arizona, where he was the general sales manager at a Ford dealership. “Sometimes I drove trade-ins home at night to see if we wanted to keep them for resale,” John says. He lived in Bullhead City, and not only had to travel a rather dangerous stretch on a mountain pass, but also watch out for unsavory characters known to also travel the road.
One night John had just reached the top of that treacherous mountain pass, when the used car went dead. “No lights, no power brakes or steering…” John recalls. Somehow he guided it through the winding curves ……………. To read the rest of the story go here ………
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