"This buggy sure is harder on the gas than the old
one I had," complained the owner of a shiny new sedan that had coasted to a
stop beside one of the Model Garage gasoline pumps. "What sort of mileage do
you get?" Gus Wilson inquired as he unlimbered the hose and pushed the
nozzle into the filler opening.
In answer, the man pulled an envelope from his coat
pocket and thrust it at Gus. On the back was a hastily made tabulation of
the gasoline used and the mileage.
"About twelve miles to the gallon," the man
grumbled. "After thirty years or more of making cars you'd think these
automobile engineers could turn not something a little more economical.
Now, take those little cars they use over in England - "
"They wouldn't do for you, Mr. Walton," the
gray-haired mechanic interrupted. "Ever ride in one?"
"No, but from what I hear they certainly are easy
on the gas. Why, I'm told it's nothing for them to give thirty or forty
miles to the gallon."
"Sure, but they give less in speed, power, and
comfort," said Gus. "They don't use those light, economical cars from
choice. They're a necessity. Gasoline is so expensive, they have to
sacrifice everything for gas mileage. They don't mind small motors, light
bodies, and a four-speed transmission that has to be shifted every time you
climb an ant hill. Over here in America, we want speed, comfort and power,
and it takes a heap of gas to carry heavy motors, shock absorbers, and trick
clutches.
"It's not fair to figure economy by the
miles-per-gallon method. Too many things enter into it. Way back in 1904,
they had a car that would do twenty miles on a gallon of gas, but I'll bet
you wouldn't take it as a trade for the oldest hack on the road today."
"Well, if it's speed that's costing us money, why
all the speed?" argued Walton. "Fifty miles an hour is fast enough for me.
When I bought this car they told me it would do seventy. But when will I
ever need that much speed? If you do over forty-five around here you get a
ticket."
"Remember that old open touring car you had back in
1920?" asked Gus with a smile.
"A fine car!" returned Walton proudly. "Had all
the speed I wanted. It went forty-five on the straight stretches."
"Sure, and everyone in the car was gritting their
teeth and planning which door they'd jump through if the old can left the
road. I know, I had one," chuckled Gus. "And that's the answer to your
question about speed. The cars of today are made to do seventy and eighty
so they'll be able to travel forty-five safely without jarring your fillings
loose. There's some difference between forty-five today and forty-five ten
years ago.
"And another thing," added Gus. "Remember how you
had to coax those old cars up to speed. Why, jumping from ten up to thirty
miles an hour is nothing today. And as far as economy goes, I'll bet you'll
spend less on this car than you did on the old one."
"Maybe," agreed Walton. "But I'm going to do
something about that gas mileage, too. When she gets broken in, I think
I'll let you check up on that carburetor."
"That'll help," nodded Gus. "And there are lots
other things you can do to save money."
"What?" inquired Walton, interested.
"Well, in the first place, you want to give these
tires of yours a little thought," Gus advised. "If you go easy on the speed
and easier on your brakes, you can just about double the life of your
shoes. They'll be good for all of 20,000 if you're careful, but they won't
last 10,000 if you ride them hard. Even figuring on a cheap set of tires,
that means about twenty-five or thirty dollars.
"It may sound silly, but engineers claim that even
the roads you use have a lot to do with the cost of running your car.
They've figured that if you can use concrete instead of macadam, you can
save as much as two cents a mile on gas, oil, and wear.
"And while we're on the subject, oil's another
thing that can put a crimp in your gas mileage. If it's thicker than it
should be, it adds just that much more to the work the motor has to do."
"Oh, I suppose those things mean something," agreed
Walton. "But the real costs are gas, oil, and repairs."
"And you can cut down on the repairs too, if you're
careful." answered Gus.
"Wait a minute and I'll show you what I mean."
With that Gus disappeared through the door to the
garage office. When he reappeared he was carrying a small rectangular box.
"This is my file of customers and repairs," he explained as he approached
Walton. "It's an illustrated story in itself."
As he spoke, he began fingering the grease-smudged
cards.
"We won't bother about names - just figures," he
suggested as he lifted out one of the cards.
"For instance, here's a six-cylinder car, a 1930
model. During '31, the only repair was a carbon job. In '32, the brakes
were adjusted, the clutch repaired, new exhaust valves installed, and a
whole new set of spark plugs was put in. In '33, the car had a rebore job,
new rings, new connecting rod bearings, and a new set of tires. So far this
year, the car has been in here only once, and that was for a frozen
radiator. All in all, the car has cost over two hundred and twenty-four
dollars for repairs in four years."
"Phew!" exploded Walton. "Expensive car, I'd say.
Glad it isn't mine."
Without answering, Gus fingered through the cards
again and selected another.
"Now, here's the same make car, same model, but
owned by another man. The mileages are just about the same on bath. In
1931, he had a general check-up of the ignition system, carburetor, valves,
and brakes in May and again in October, radiator flushed in April and
November, and tires switched to different wheels in December. During '32,
chassis inspection two general check-ups in the spring and fall, valves
resurfaced and adjusted, bearings tightened, and breaker points adjusted.
Under '33 the usual two check-ups in spring and fall, valves resurfaced and
adjusted, bearings tightened, and breaker points adjusted, two new tires,
and new brake linings. So far in '34 the car hasn't been in." "Gosh," broke
in Walton when Gus had finished." That second car was in here more than the
first one."
"Right, but it didn't cost as much in the long
run," said Gus. "All together, the three year bill for that second car
totaled only ninety-three dollars, including the tires. That owner believes
in paying for prevention instead of cure. A check-up twice a year doesn't
cost much and it keeps the general condition of the car up to par. It's
cheaper to adjust bearings than to replace them."
"I've never looked at it that way," Walton
admitted. A repair shop has always been something to keep away from unless
it was necessary. I don't know, but I've always had an idea that some
garagemen take advantage of every chance to make money."
Gus smiled. Some garages are that way," he
agreed. "It's been claimed that car owners waste billions of dollars in a
year by dealing with gyp garages. That's why it pays to locate some honest
service station and give it all your work. You wouldn't trust your life to
a quack doctor, so why place your car's health in the hands of some crooked
mechanic?"
"Isn't there some way an untrained person can tell
if a garage is overcharging him?" inquired Walton.
"It would be pretty hard to make any fast rule on
general work," Gus advised. "But with repairs where parts have to be
replaced it's safe to figure about a dollar's worth of labor for every sixty
cent's worth of parts."
"Well, in about four months I'll bring this car of
mine in and let you go over it," said Walton as he climbed into the driver's
seat. "Maybe there is something to this business of an ounce of prevention
being worth a pound of cure."
"Weren't you just wasting your breath telling that
fellow how to take care of his car?"
Joe Clark remarked as Walton drove off. "He never
wants to spend any money unless he absolutely has to."
"It may help some," Gus said, and then added with a
grin, "The Model Garage would have a tough time making ends meet if every
customer on our list treated his car the way he should."
