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Now that Spring is here, motorists will
want to wet their vehicles into the best

condition for the coming months.

themselves are responsible legally and
morally for the proper upkeep of their
vehicles.

The following diagnosis of an ailing car
can be made by the motorist while at the
wheel of his car.

1.

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Brake pedal sinks to the floor under

light foot pressure -

(a) worn brake linings;

(b) a leak in the braking system.

Car pulls constantly to one side when

stopping -

(a) wheel alignment is off;

(b) brake lining worn on one side or oil
soaked on one side, both due to
wheel cylinder failure.

Excessive play in the steering -

(a) worn or faulty steering box;

(b) worn or faulty steering ball joints,
tie-rod ends, relay rods or idler
arm,

Car vibrates at 50-65 mph -

(a) defective tires;

(b) wheel balance is off.

Steering column shimmies at high or low

speeds -

(a) looseness in front end;

(b) weak or worn shock absorbers

(c) out-of-round tires with some flat
surfaces.

Rear-wheel locking upon light applica-
tion of brakes ~ the ailment - faulty
or leaking oil seal.

Poor roadability (requiring constant
stecring to keep it on the road) -

(a) improper tire inflation:

(b) faulty front or rear suspension.
Excessive noise or whistling in the
exhaust system ~ the ailment - a faulty
exhaust system which could lead to
dangerous emissions of carbon monoxide
fumes inside the car.

Unusual odours inside the car = a
general alarm that all is not well with
your car and an immediate check is
required.

Directional signal lights inoperative -
(a) bulb burned out;

(b) defective flasher.

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VYLERUMSON, OF 64NCSON CPCEK,

Motorists

The followtna poem was wrttten by Puaere

Mr, Wtleinecn

worked as a dispatcher for Wilson Fricgqnt

Ways tn Dawson in 1942 during the. but..dixg
of the Alaska Htglway.

MY FIRST TRIP ON THE
~ ALASKA HIGHWAY

Started out from Dawson Creek

With five and a quarter ton

When I saw the road so smooth and wide
Says I why this is fun.

So I settled back and purred along
And lighted up the hill,

But my air of ease soon passed away
As I started Peace River Hill.

Curve after curve, mile after mile
Till I thought my brakes would burn,
Then across a shaky one way bridge
And up the hair pin turn.

Then up and on for ten good miles

And there to make the jog,

For Fort St. John with it's high crowned
street

'Twas like driving on a log.

Then there's thirty miles of as good a
road

As you'll ever wish to see,

And on through bush and curves and hilis

Till I struck mile eighty three.

Then up sprang a hill like the side of a
barn,
And I started with baited breath,
As I saw dismembered trucks in a heap
That spoke of a horrible death.

I clawed for the gears with feverish haste
But the wheels began to spin,

As I slamed on the brakes and began to
spin
I pictured an awful end. :
At last with luck I got her stopped
I don't know how just yet,

And I started again with utmost care ©

My forehead beaded with sweat.

As I reached the top I shivered and shook
My sweat turned to a chill,
If I ever make another trip
I must not forget that hill.

I rolled along till I reached the drop
At about One Hundred and Two, ,

As I eased her down with squealing brakes
It thrilled me through and through.

fcon' terse.