Don't ask me how i know...
...that the tune-up guys who worked at Roebuck Chrysler- Plymouth loved to play pranks on me :sleep: :sleep: (them :fire: :fire: :fire: )
:fire: "Horshack" (this was back in '79 and that was their nickname for me since they all knew i was from Brooklyn), get in this Chrysler and turn the key when we give the signal...ok turn the key
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ok..BZZZT :ack: i jumped a bit and said it's still not right
:fire: after acting like a couple of them made some adjustments...ok try it now
:sleep:
okey doke..BZZZT i jumped again thinking wtf???
:fire: wait a sec...ok try 'er again
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ya's got it this time??
:fire: yeah, go ahead (lots of grins and snickers)
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awright...BZZZZT... :ack: finally i look down and notice thin wire coming from ignition switch attached to seat cushion with springy metal frame as they're rolling on the floor in tears...d'oh :mad:
Another time i pulled my Challenger (the one on top in my avatar) through the Service entrance so one of them could check a skip for me as it was towards the end of the day. I left for a few minutes, came back, and was told to crank it and see if the skip was still there. When i did, it sounded awful
- skipping horribly and even backfiring a couple of times. After letting me walk around trying to make sure nothing was wrong, they picked themselves off the floor long enough to return the plug wires to the proper routing :pissed:
Man i loved those guys...it was all in good fun - though mostly at my expense
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