by Doris' Mom & Dad in Heber City, we prepared
to leave on our honeymoon in my 1941 Chev. As
you can see, Fritz Averett, Ken Anderson and others
did a good job of decorating the car. But that wasn't
all. It wasn't until we began climbing some of the
steep mountain passes and the car heated up
that we began to smell a strong odor and it wasn't
roses. It was Limburger cheese that those guys
had put on the exhaust manifold of the car.
It gradually went away after a day or two.
