Back in the late '80s I worked for the local Texaco jobber as a tank-truck driver. Two of the owner's sons operated one of our FULL SERVICE (don't see that anymore) stations. I had the standing offer that, if I needed to service my pick-up or do a minor repair, I could stop in and use a bay if there was one open.
I stopped by one evening to change my oil. One bay had a pick-up parked in it that could be moved so I could use the bay. The mechanic was doing a brake job on another vehicle and had grease to his elbows. He told one of the high school aged kids that worked there to move the pick-up outside. It was a mid-'50s Chevy. The kid got in and sat there a couple of minutes. He finally opened the door and said the engine wouldn't start. I told the mechanic I'd move it and he asked me if I knew how. 'Certainly!' He asked me to show the kid how to start the engine.
I got in, turned on the key, and stepped on the floor starter. The kid actually jumped when the engine turned over. I pulled it outside and parked it. As I opened the door the kid asked me to show him one more time how to crank it. Key on, step on the starter.
As we walked back to the front of the station the kid said, "Wow, what will they think of next?"