Never seen one. Pretty cool though. Like the patina with the plymouth logoBuddy gave me this, his uncle won it a dealership at what he thinks was a Rapid Transit System clinic contest in 1969 for troubleshooting wires and ignition...anybody ever see one before?
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Trouble-shooting contests had nothing to do with direct-connection. I have several trouble shooting trophies from a friend who won them in the early 70's.
I cleaned it up a bit and it looks pretty nice, and your right the wear on it is just the right amount and it will look good in the trunk of my 69 Road Runner.Never seen one. Pretty cool though. Like the patina with the plymouth logo
Got screwed out of getting to go in 74 by an asshole shop teacher.
My shop teacher taught shop for over 35 years. Taught my dad, myself, my brothers. Was a decent guy. I skip all my other classes and change a transmission in my truck or car. I hated school but loved shop. Our school was little and pod unknown but our ad hop was massive and we'll equipped.Ought to start a thread on asshole auto shop teachers! Although my general shop teacher was a decent knowledgable guy.
Really good teachers are few, my auto shop teacher would take attendance then go sit in his office reading the paper while we washed teachers cars. Pretty sure he pocketed the money. Didn't learn much in that class. We had a great shop, all snap-on tools, fully equipped. We each had a tool box assigned to us which we were responsible for, the teacher had the keys. At the end of the year everybody had tools missing which we had to pay for to graduate. Found out later that he was filling his tool box at home. He left after 3-4 years, I think it was a mutual agreement. 40+ years ago, I'm still pissed. Our school system doesn't even have any shop classes or home ec. No working with your hands anymore, it's all about getting students ready for college and sports. Only thing I looked forward to in school was shop classes. Could that be part of the problem today? Rant over!My shop teacher taught shop for over 35 years. Taught my dad, myself, my brothers. Was a decent guy. I skip all my other classes and change a transmission in my truck or car. I hated school but loved shop. Our school was little and pod unknown but our ad hop was massive and we'll equipped.
That's no good. Sorry to hear.Really good teachers are few, my auto shop teacher would take attendance then go sit in his office reading the paper while we washed teachers cars. Pretty sure he pocketed the money. Didn't learn much in that class. We had a great shop, all snap-on tools, fully equipped. We each had a tool box assigned to us which we were responsible for, the teacher had the keys. At the end of the year everybody had tools missing which we had to pay for to graduate. Found out later that he was filling his tool box at home. He left after 3-4 years, I think it was a mutual agreement. 40+ years ago, I'm still pissed. Our school system doesn't even have any shop classes or home ec. No working with your hands anymore, it's all about getting students ready for college and sports. Only thing I looked forward to in school was shop classes. Could that be part of the problem today? Rant over!
Sounds like we had the same teacher! LolDidn't learn much in that class. We had a great shop, all snap-on tools, fully equipped.
Wow!.! Lol. Just goes to show, it's really hard to get rid of bad teachers.Sounds like we had the same teacher! Lol
Mine would take up a collection for his cab fare. He learned what he knew, hanging out at the local Texaco garage. Brand new school with the new auto shop (vo-tech). We read the manuals to all of the new equipment and taught ourselves.
That teacher blew up countless batteries, started an old chevy, in gear. It went into a bunch of metal cabinets on a wall. Bought a Caddillac from the police auction that someone had died in. Stunk up the whole place! What a joke he was but we all managed to pass two years of that class...
If this was the mid 70s it probably was the same guy or his twin!Sounds like we had the same teacher! Lol
Mine would take up a collection for his cab fare. He learned what he knew, hanging out at the local Texaco garage. Brand new school with the new auto shop (vo-tech). We read the manuals to all of the new equipment and taught ourselves.
That teacher blew up countless batteries, started an old chevy, in gear. It went into a bunch of metal cabinets on a wall. Bought a Caddillac from the police auction that someone had died in. Stunk up the whole place! What a joke he was but we all managed to pass two years of that class...