I had the rear bumper re-chromed on my '66 300 and was going to buy the 4 chrome cappped carriage bolts. I can't find my old one to determine the size. I wanted to order them before I find the old ones. Any one know the size?
Thanks, that is what I thought they might be. I think I'll buy a regular bolt from the hardware store and check the fit.I'd guess..3/8 x 16 course thread.
Yes my dad would have been very disappointed.What kind of man doesn't have a 3/8-16 bolt in a coffee can...
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What kind of man doesn't have a 3/8-16 bolt in a coffee can...
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What kind of man doesn't have a 3/8-16 bolt in a coffee can...LOL
Here you go. Free shipping too!
http://www.ebay.com/itm/1966-CHRYSL...Parts_Accessories&hash=item3a8126542b&vxp=mtr
Great story I can remember going through my dad's coffee cans too, but it was when I was older and looking for something for myself. The thing that was funny was he rarely drank coffee, and these where huge cans, so he must have brought them home from work. My dad was a bit of a pack rat and was always bring home something they were throwing out at work. The best thing he brought home was a big hemp rope that he hung from the rafters in our pole barn to climb and swing on as a kid.That was one of my rights of passage as a young boy ~7 yrs old .. "Bryan go get me a 5/16th" fine thread" (if he meant nut he would specify otherwise it mean bolt). I would go spew the coffee cans contents out onto the neighbors (my grandma's ) driveway and find it. Good memories there. My Dad always had what was needed somewhere and could tell you from rote memory exactly what tools were needed and exactly what procedure to do to replace anything on a late 60's early 70's Mopar .. probably other cars too but I was never working on other cars. I called him often when I had an issue after I left home, whether I needed to or not.
Great story I can remember going through my dad's coffee cans too, but it was when I was older and looking for something for myself. The thing that was funny was he rarely drank coffee, and these where huge cans, so he must have brought them home from work. My dad was a bit of a pack rat and was always bring home something they were throwing out at work. The best thing he brought home was a big hemp rope that he hung from the rafters in our pole barn to climb and swing on as a kid.