Taken by my cousin I believe, in Autumn of 1985 in La Crete Alberta, in the parking lot of the EMC Church there.
That is the skinny me, holding a fanbelt that had come off and Lauralea sitting in the car looking between the hood and body of the car, to see when I would say, "Ok, now!" Then she would turn the key a bit, advancing the belt enough for it to move back into it's place. Back then I could do all the engine work with just a flat-head screwdriver.
Those were the days. Just married, I was 140 pounds, and Lauralea sat in the middle of the bench seat, right next to me.
Wonder if there is a direct correlation somewhere in there.