08/11/2026
This week marks the 7th anniversary of the Lab in our present location. For the first five years, my Buick Roadmaster Estate Wagon held its place by the door, a beacon better than any neon Open sign. The Lab's regular hours are Monday, Thursday, and Saturday, but customers know the wagon by the door means Bron is in the Lab. It became a Government Street landmark.
It was March of 2025 and I had picked up some work at a customer's home. On the way back the engine caught fire. For the morbidly curious, the oil pressure sensor sprang a large leak and sprayed the exhaust manifold. I was on Interstate 10 and all I knew was the engine had died. I coasted to an exit and popped the hood. It was bad. There's a lot of plastic under a hood and all of it is flammable. The first thing I did was get the customer's stuff out of the back. Looking back, that was a bad move. It cost me precious seconds. I had two gallon jugs of water in the car and I poured it on the flames. Just as I ran out of water, two construction workers appeared with fire extinguishers. For me, it was like a death in the family.
I have always discouraged emotional relationships between people and machines because it's always the human who gets hurt.
I had it towed to my house and it sat for a couple weeks while I considered the options. For all purposes it was a total loss. But, that only applies when you are dealing with ordinary people.
However, I have the knowledge and the skills needed. It took a while to decide to accept the challenge. It started with driving to New Orleans to strip the wire harness out of a 91 Caprice. It wasn't a perfect match, but close. I spent a month checking every wire was in the proper position in the main connector . A few had to be moved. Most of the connectors that attach to the various sensors and controls had to be replaced. Forty year old plastic gets brittle and few could be reused. I found all at three different online parts suppliers. It was frustrating. The distributor, air filter, generator, and master cylinder had to be replaced. Between weather and work at the Lab, time was limited.
So, after a year and three months, I turned the key and it started. Everything works and it drives.
Yesterday, my son asked why I spent so much time and money on an old car. He has had several cars I advertised him to junk, rather than repair. I told him, I was probably the only person in the world who could do it and I had to know if I could.
In another life, I worked on cars. This was the last car I knew thoroughly before I made the mistake of going into management. I'm happy with the results of my efforts.