Now that's what I call service!

Dad's truck died right next to the shack in a puddle of water. With temperatures plummeting and the day waning, anyone would be getting nervous maybe even a little panicky. Not Dad, cool as a cucumber, he called his trusty mechanics wife, and placed an order to have him come down. Within the hour Robert was out on the ice in the middle of the lake, hard at work on the truck in the driving wind. In no time he had it going and the problem was no longer. He is an animal, really talented, and impervious to the cold, working bare handed the entire time. I think Dad paid him with the nice fish he caught.. Crazy, only in Danforth......