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Stupid, cheap repairs to get you down the road.

I know someone who used a length of rope to fix a broken clutch cable on a Yugo!
 
That Charolais bull was an ill-tempered SOB. We were trying to keep him in a corral and I was in charge of guarding the gate. He came at me and I broke the big stick I had right over his skull but he kept coming and got out. We later changed to a Black Angus bull. Smaller skulls making birthing calves easier. Apologies to you city folk.

I follow you Steve, we had a Brangus (Brahma / Angus cross for the city folk) named High Tower, roughly 6 feet tall at the hump. 99% breed rate but the birth rate was more like 60% because we couldn't get the calves out. Fence destroying SOB too. We tried him for two seasons until he took my horse, while I was on board. I think he ended up in some Yankee fan's hot dog.
 
I drove my 69 Chevelle 10 miles home including California freeway for a few miles using the e brake alone after loosing all brake pressure.... Scary stuff, amazing I lived.

72 Nova, faulty wire leading to starter... I started it with a 9/16 box end wrench across the solenoid terminals everyday for about a month.

Used twine to hold up exhaust pipe on my cousins Griswald Family Truckster...it was good for 1000ft before it snapped and nearly pole vaulted the rear end.
 
Alas, whether for good or bad, there is no way we could pull some of this **** with new cars. It's nice in one sense that newer cars are so dependable, but it seems that when they crap out... it's tow truck time.
 
Drove my 66 VW Beetle home from night college class, the wiring shorted out and I had no headlights, it was a moonlit night so I stayed right between the car in front about a quarter mile and right in back about the same distance, zero headlights at the same time drinking a 16oz bud and smoking a joint.

My old 66 dodge service van my dad gave me had a 225 slant six, the throttle cable from the gas pedal broke at the carberator and I was too broke and cheap to buy a new one, when it would break we would just open up the engine cover inside the van and throttle the engine by hand, one person throttle and one person steer and shift (3 on the tree). We were drunker than a barrel of monkeys one night on the 4th of July, on the way home from a big fireworks show at a lake. The cable busted with 5 people in the van, we popped the compartment and kept on going, problem was my buddy Jim's hand was getting so hot from throttling the motor he could not touch the linkage, he took off his shirt and that worked for about 2 or 3 mile until the shirt got sucked into the alternator, after that we were dead in the water until my other buddy came by with a pickup and we all piled into the back, went back to town to finish partying on the 4th.

Those were the days my friend! The 70s, like no other.
 
That Charolais bull was an ill-tempered SOB. We were trying to keep him in a corral and I was in charge of guarding the gate. He came at me and I broke the big stick I had right over his skull but he kept coming and got out. We later changed to a Black Angus bull. Smaller skulls making birthing calves easier. Apologies to you city folk.

Sounds like a load of bull to me!

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I used a 1x2 for a tranny mount on a 73 Pinto, and a 2x4 and piece of concrete block to straighten out the starter after it got bent 90 degrees up from jumping it off a small cliff.

Jumping off a small cliff in a Pinto! Well you had two things going right :-/
 
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