It's amazing how fond memories can be shattered by a little knowledge. Recently, in an idle moment, my thoughts turned to John Steinbeck's novel about the 1930s dustbowl era and the travels of the Joad family to California. Chaper 16 of the novel contains an account of the replacement of a rod bearing in a 1925 Dodge. When I first read it more than forty years ago I was most impressed with the description of the process, most probably because we had a 1925 Dodge in the family - which I still have. Anyway, I decided to re-read the chapter have have come away a little disappointed. Firstly, "Al handed over the bucket and Tom set it under the car and loosened the oil cap with a pair of pliers. The black oil flowed down his arm while he unscrewed the cap....." Wrong. As you all probably know, draining oil on a four cylinder Dodge is acheived by removal of one oil line flange bolt. This action is most unlikely to result in oil running down one's arm. On removal of the pan, lumps of babbit were found. The offending rod and and attached piston was removed from the bottom of the engine and a trip undertaken to the nearest town in search of a replacement. On finding a replacement rod and piston, it was realised that some form of ring compression would be required to fit the piston into the bore. This was achieved by binding the piston with fine brass wire, forcing the rings into their grooves, and hammering the wire flat. All very ingenious and admirable. However, it does beg the question as to why the bronze bearing shell halves only were not removed, leaving the piston in situ. A replacement pair of shells an a few shims would have completed the job with far less effort. Finally, when the pan is replaced, Tom "...tightened the oil tap (?)...." Oh dear. It looks like Steinbeck's research was a little out on this one. However, if you look at the described process in the context of the Model T Ford, it make sense - the oil cap, the process in replacing a direct metal rod bearing and the oil tap all fit. Like many of his generation, Steinbeck was immersed in the mysteries of the Model T. This is evidenced by his short piece Farewell My Lovely, a lament on the passing of the Model T. I appears that this intimate knowledege of the machine's bowels may have been inadvertantly transferred to the contemporary Dodge. I suppose he subscribed to the theory that the Dodge was essentially an improved Model T - which in many ways it was (I will now duck to avoid flak from this forum). Anyway, the novel remains a good, if rather depressing, read. I can still recommend it.