I got quite adept at crawling under the truck and jiggling the connectors on the side of the transmission when mind would lock up on occasion. Seemed it would do it sometimes when I tried to shift too forcefully from first to second when challenged by another teen that though his car was faster, or when I was wearing nice clothes (hah).
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I got quite adept at crawling under the truck and jiggling the connectors on the side of the transmission when mind would lock up on occasion. Seemed it would do it sometimes when I tried to shift too forcefully from first to second when challenged by another teen that though his car was faster, or when I was wearing nice clothes (hah).
I had a 70 C10 (the first PU truck I owned) it was a 350 with a 3 speed. It had a habit of hanging up on a faster than normal shift or as it sometimes seemed whenever the heck it wanted to.
After a few times of crawling under the truck with a tire iron and a judicious use of force the linkage would work right again. After a few months I finely figure out the right shifting technique and in the four years (about 40,000 miles) I owned the truck I never hung up the linkage again.
clubleaf206
Member
Yeah, I found out that I couldn't speed shift from first to second gear, if I tried to do it too quickly I would get stuck between gears and would have to come to a complete, embarrassing stop, then I could pull the shifter back down to first and start over. I never had to whang on the linkage, though, grateful for that, sort of reminds me of the '77 Corolla I once owned, the starter began to go bad and, until I could get it to the mechanic, occasionally I would have to slide under the car and give the starter a couple of taps with a hammer to get it to move past the dead spot, then it would start.
Hi:
I learn to drive in 1951 in a green "Henry J". Talk about a basic car, the Henry J was one.
I learn to drive in 1951 in a green "Henry J". Talk about a basic car, the Henry J was one.
Snapping Twig
Member
61 Renault Dauphene with a stolen 64 Caravelle engine. I bought it for $10.
As a 14 year old I couldn't legally own or drive it, so I parked it around the corner from the house.
My Dad knew, but he was proud of my initiative and overlooked the legal technicalities.
These days a full SWAT team would descend on your house, you'd probably forfeit all property and face jail time.
I long for the days of freedom.
As a 14 year old I couldn't legally own or drive it, so I parked it around the corner from the house.
My Dad knew, but he was proud of my initiative and overlooked the legal technicalities.
These days a full SWAT team would descend on your house, you'd probably forfeit all property and face jail time.
I long for the days of freedom.
My first car was a 1929 Model A Ford. With 3 on the floor. When my Dad died in 1968 Mom gave me his car, a 1960 Ford Falcon 2 door with 52,000 on the clock with 3 on the tree.. I used this for a work car, overhauled the engine once & a used tranny once. When I finally put the old faithful Falcon down [1985]it had 231,000 miles on it. It sat parked in the yard & a kid came by & wanted it. I said 200 bucks. He came next weekend & had a battery. Paid for the Falcon & it started right up with old gas in it. Smoked a little & he drove it away. Everyone made fun of a Falcon but mine was a winner.
'59 Ford Custom 300 2-door sedan. 144cid six-banger, column shift. No chick magnet, but it started every day, summer or winter. Got me back & forth to work till I got drafted. It was going downhill rapidly body wise, rust. Told dad to get rid of it, I'd be getting something else when I got out. He sold it to a kid down the street for $10 who drove it a few more years. It was an eyesore, but it ran like the atomic clock.
Vulcan Bob
Member
My first car was a seventy dollar 1956 Plymouth Plaza, business mans model, flathead straight six, three in the tree and a steering wheel! No radio, sun visors and such. Man that thing was so stripped down it needed a Burlesque license. It's faded forest green paint was a knock out especially when you wiped it down with kerosene ( A bit of shine.) for the Saturday night cruise fest. It actually repelled the fair sex or was that all me? Any way it was all mine and it opened up a whole new world for me. Man, my next car a 1957 Chevrolet with "wonder bar" radio was a real step up.
Skootertrash
US Veteran
My first "car" was a 1961 Chevy pickup. 283 V8 with a 3 on the tree. The summer between my junior and senior year in high school, I took it down to Corpus Christi to spen a week with my cousins. One night on padre island, my cousin and I got hammered and somehow got the truck stuck in he sand. A day or two later, while at the ferry landing in Port Aransas, the damn tranny fell out from underneath the truck. My dad had to bring his truck and gooseneck flatbed trailer down to haul mine back home and that was a very long ride home with him. Needless to say, he was PISSED.
I learned to drive with a 4 speed. In my dads1963 and 65 Chevy pickup. The joys of growing up in rural west Texas
I learned to drive with a 4 speed. In my dads1963 and 65 Chevy pickup. The joys of growing up in rural west Texas
