The dist have a number on its side?
Show us some odd ignitions from the past
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76 360 33656672 AT/MT A,B,C What I came up with from my listings.
67Dart273
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AND NOW yet another ANNOYING STORY from the old days
In the summer / fall of 67, before I joined the Navy in the spring of 68, I had a high school "friend" who burned my *** BAD. And soon after that we weren't friends, anymore
He had a job throwing gas at a local station. He swiped one of the outcoming small manufacturer made electronic / points ignitions that was layin there right on the shelf of the station. I guess he couldn't figure out how to move his prize so it turns out he tossed cardboard box and destructions, and painted the heat sink --and wiring--black, and fed me the story that "he couldn't get it to work" and I don't know, I gave him 10 or 20 for it. I figured it out, it is only a transistor and a few wires, and installed it into the 60 Falcon, my last almost-a-car before my Navy days. I don't remember. I think he told me he built it from a Popular Electronics article. And THAT was perfectly believable.
So this is a small town, maybe 3500 at the time and there is about an even or so TWENTY churches, and there is ALSO just about TWENTY filling stations of some description, some just a pump in front of a small corner store.
And, it turns out ALL of the station owners used to have a (probably illegal, probably price fixing) meetings, and it was known by ALL of them that this ignition box was stolen.
And they hung ME. So I pulled the thing out, and took to back to the guy who owned it, and attempted to explain. NOPE. He was having none of it. According to him I was the lowest form of life. A thief, headed for the big house, etc etc.
My former friend? He died some time back, I had nothing more to do with him. The station owner? I had very little to do with him, too. After my Navy days, and after HE had found that yeh, it was my "friend" who was the ********, never got one word of apology.
He was getting ready to retire, had sold the station, and the rest of the business (the bulk truck end) and I happened to run into him one day. I looked him right in the eye and told him in language that you can well imagine that I had had NOTHING to do with the stolen part of his precious ignition system all those years ago. And without another word, I just walked off.
In the summer / fall of 67, before I joined the Navy in the spring of 68, I had a high school "friend" who burned my *** BAD. And soon after that we weren't friends, anymore
He had a job throwing gas at a local station. He swiped one of the outcoming small manufacturer made electronic / points ignitions that was layin there right on the shelf of the station. I guess he couldn't figure out how to move his prize so it turns out he tossed cardboard box and destructions, and painted the heat sink --and wiring--black, and fed me the story that "he couldn't get it to work" and I don't know, I gave him 10 or 20 for it. I figured it out, it is only a transistor and a few wires, and installed it into the 60 Falcon, my last almost-a-car before my Navy days. I don't remember. I think he told me he built it from a Popular Electronics article. And THAT was perfectly believable.
So this is a small town, maybe 3500 at the time and there is about an even or so TWENTY churches, and there is ALSO just about TWENTY filling stations of some description, some just a pump in front of a small corner store.
And, it turns out ALL of the station owners used to have a (probably illegal, probably price fixing) meetings, and it was known by ALL of them that this ignition box was stolen.
And they hung ME. So I pulled the thing out, and took to back to the guy who owned it, and attempted to explain. NOPE. He was having none of it. According to him I was the lowest form of life. A thief, headed for the big house, etc etc.
My former friend? He died some time back, I had nothing more to do with him. The station owner? I had very little to do with him, too. After my Navy days, and after HE had found that yeh, it was my "friend" who was the ********, never got one word of apology.
He was getting ready to retire, had sold the station, and the rest of the business (the bulk truck end) and I happened to run into him one day. I looked him right in the eye and told him in language that you can well imagine that I had had NOTHING to do with the stolen part of his precious ignition system all those years ago. And without another word, I just walked off.
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