Jim fixed nothing
Growing up in 1970s England with Jimmy Savile, a magical figure now accused of widespread abuse In 1971, when I was 8 years old and growing up in Rochdale in the North of England, I'd occasionally get to ride in the front seat of my parent's Hillman Imp. "Clunk Click," my dad would say, "Every Trip." I'd laugh at that. And he'd help me buckle up, even though it was legally optional.