We were in a cabin in Allegany State park for a week with my in-laws and first two children.
My fuel pump diaphragm ruptured on my 52 Plymouth and we were stuck. It was 1961 and no cell phones.
I removed my spare that had blown out on the way down, ( When you buy a $20 car, you can’t expect great tires) and took out the remnants of the tube. I disconnected the fuel line going to the carb and using a screwdriver, removed the top of the fuel pump.
I cut a round circle out of the inner tube and used the ice pick we had with us to punch screw holes around the rim and two small holes in the center for the spring.
My father in law said, “that will never get you back to Kenmore, the gas will eat it up.”
I said, I know, but I think it will get me to Salamanca, the nearest town.
It did and I found a Western Auto and I did not even have to buy a new pump, they had a rebuild kit for mine that consisted of a new diaphragm and spring.