1958, Santa Clara, Ca. (pre-Silicon Valley days) My buddy Mike had a nice '34 Five window, full fendered, aged red paint....060" over 59-A Merc flathead, '39 box, dropped axle, juice brakes. Named "The Red Devil" on both doors, "California Kid style"... Mike sold it to a guy in South San Francisco, (I didn't have the bucks, but wanted it. We were 16 at the time) a week later the guy calls Mike and says 'If you want this thing back, you can have it for 60 bucks' Mike got our friend Larry to come over with his nice black '49 Olds Tudor, we'd go get the '34 with my 25 foot chain. Larry just finished putting a one piece '50 Olds windshield in, glad to help... Got there, the right rear axle was broken, inboard...had to tow it. We hooked up the chain, about 20 feet of slack (!) Mike was gonna steer the Coupe, we got back on El Camino Freeway (101) back toward Santa Clara...traffic was passing us pretty fast, so Larry took us up to 45...or so... We were across from Moffet Field, (Sunnyvale) and "WHUMP!" I turned around, the '34 was off the edge of the shoulder, sideways, no right rear wheel in sight, Larry braked the Olds, there was a telephone pole Larry just missed, then Mike was alongside on my side, going backwards. (I can still see him, with the Pall Mall cig hanging out of his mouth...) then, the chain had caught the pole, and Mike's '34 slammed into Larry's Olds. Side-by-side. I was looking at Mike, 20" away, where he slid into the passenger's side of the '34 seat. We got out, and Larry said, "Sheee-it, look." Mike's Coupe had blown Larry's right front tire...We hiked back and found Mike's reversed Merc wheel and tire, with 16" or so of axle, broken near the middle. Larry had an Olds jack, (old G.M. 'double action' bumper jack, remember those? click it up with handle, it catches. Now push down on handle, and it gains another.) We jacked the '34 first, pushed the wheel on, and pushed the car ahead, toward the back of Larry's Olds. Now Larry and I jacked up the Olds, replaced flat with the spare. I started to jack it down...Larry said, "Wait, watch this." He started a stroke down with the tire iron handle, then let go. Ha! The handle's weight started an automatic double process, 'Hink-a, hink-a, hink-' then the handle flew out of the jack, high up...end-over-end, we stood and watched, like the 3 stooges...'til the hndle came down pointed end first. Right through Larry's new windshield! It was a few minutes, but Larry finally laughed...we did too, but nervously. We hooked back up, (there was a fenders-and-running board red dent in Larry's black Olds, but we slowly accelerated, me watching out the side window back, to see if the wheel tried to leave again. 8 miles and we made it to my Grandma's large Santa Clara home, where I lived. 2 days later, Grandma loaned me $85 to buy the 'Red Devil'. Whew! I had it fixed in a coupla days. Locked the rear end, (smart...) but was short on rear end parts, and $$$.