Remember when?

That shortage was a death toll for BB cars.

Yea in early 1974 I had a guy that wanted to trade me a 1969 GTX 4spd 440 6 Barrel straight up for my 1968 Fury III $100 DD that I just got. Now before you get excited, he had power slid it into a Chevy Vega and stoved in the quarter panel all the way from the door to taillight, even broke the 1/4 glass. He was drunk as hell and the Vega caught fire with the back hatch area full of Christmas presents. LOL I remember him telling me about how he had to go to the house with the Christmas party going on to get the people to call the Fire Department.
Don't know if any other cars were damage in the long line of parallel park cars as it was a big party right in his neighborhood. I think he did get charge with 1st offence drunk driving?

I went all the way out to the boonies to his fancy new apartment spawl complex on a cold lightly snowing day to test drive it. It was running real rough in the cold weather and the headers/exhaust were loud leaking and I couldn't really get on it and open it up with a bit of a drive to get to the interstate so it was just a short test drive. Shifted OK, and the clutch linkage was tight but when I opened the trunk and saw that the hit was so hard that the wheel tub was pushed over I made up my mind real quick. I told him that I needed another 6 BBL like a hole in the head. LOL
He was persistent, (being a car salesman) all he wanted to know about the Fury was if it had good heat, don't know about the heat in the GTX as we didn't get that far but with the plastic on the 1/4 window I don't imagine you could keep much heat in.

It's to bad I didn't hear about the car being sold before him as it was owned by the bigger brother of the person I got my 1st 68 PK21 from (Big Mopar family) in fact I work for him at his 4x4 truck/speed shop a decade later. The only other dealings I had with the older brother is when I first purchased the PK21 was when he gave me a Holley 3 BBL to try on my 440, I may have been a PITA as he didn't know where the manifold was, he thought his brother #1 took it to put on his Road Runner, said I'd pay him when I got the manifold (never happened) maybe that's why I never got a ride in his 67 HEMI GTX... :(

Friends in the late 80's would bug me as to why I didn't do the trade as Muscle Car prices were going up & up, I just said the repair, plus all the years storing it would add up to either a loss loss or break even situation. I had to refresh peoples memory about the Reggie Jackson Mopar fire loss constantly, plus I already had 2 77 PK41's to deal with and a 76 Bro'Ham.
 
Back in the oil crisis days the regulatory approach improved fuel vehicle fuel economy and reduced emissions. Now for some reason with the so called climate change crisis all the government wants to do is impose a carbon tax.
 
Now for some reason with the so called climate change crisis all the government wants to do is impose a carbon tax.
which is really screwey.
The electric car industry will sell their credits to the fossil fuel industry that generate the electricity for those cars.
Think about it. :realcrazy:
 
state of the art entertainment system
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Bread delivery to your home.

Milk delivery to your home.

Prescription delivery to your home.

Groceries delivered to your home.

Hoboes looking for work/food. My parents would fix them food & drink and send them on their way.

Gas/Service stations that pumped gas, cleaned the windshield, and offered to
check tire pressures, fluids, etc.

You knew your neighbors.

Car parts stores with knowledgeable "car guys", not cashiers.

Car parts store with a hot tank.

Car parts store that knew how to turn brake drums and rotors.

Car tire recaps. (glad/hope they're gone).

Garden hoses that didn't easily kink.

Garden hoses with brass fittings.

Brass faucets, spigots, and brass hose nozzle/sprayers.

Gasoline cans with user friendly nozzles.
 
Only downside to brass fittings on a hose they get crushed easily when you drive over them...
 
Back then Google was reached by dialing zero and the operator would answer your (non-crude) questions. I remember back in about 1965 I was living in Hamilton and I'd bought a bunch of apples and decided to make a pie. I called the operator and she walked me through the process. Turned out to be a pretty fair pie!

When we were really young the phone operator was treated as message central. Mother's tracked their kids using phone operator. It beat amber alert hands down. Life was a lot simpler.
 
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One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you, don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice, when she's ten feet tall
And if you go chasing rabbits, and you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar has given you the call
And call Alice, when she was just small
When the men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom, and your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice, I think she'll know
When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead
And the white knight is talking backwards
And the red queen's off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said
Feed your head, feed your head
 
Curb Feelers. My Barracuda still had them on it when I got it from my grandfather, lost the front rod piece (got stretched out) when I skimmed past a bag of trash on the freeway. I still have the rear one, maybe I'll clean it up and put it on.


Alan

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