Speaking of fathers (and towing), here’s a classic shot posted at the Cohort by Kiwi Bryce. I’m sure it’ll also bring up some memories. In my case, though, not so much: My father would have been the last person I’d call if I needed a tow. An electroencephalogram, yes, or a history of classic philosophy (not that I did, or would have paid much attention). But not a tow.
In this case, it sure doesn’t take much of a rope either; a clothesline, perhaps?