There's a sequence in the 1991 movie Slacker in which a couple of Texas gearheads score a GM electronic-ignition distributor in the junkyard.
When you're stranded in the Moroccan desert with ten days of rations and a basket-case 2CV, do you give up? Hell no! You do what Emile Leray did!
Seeing all the comments on the Found Junkyard Tools post reminds me of the eternal junkyard question: Do you bring every tool you own or the bare minimum when hitting the junkyard?
When you spend enough time at the junkyard, you're going to find free tools on a regular basis. Some are in the cars when they get scrapped, while others get lost by fellow junkyard dogs.
When I stopped by my local self-service yard to photograph the Crusher-bound '49 Ford on Friday, I discovered that I'd walked into Half Price Weekend. Might as well do some shopping!
Let's say you park your car in an area frequented by urban entrepreneurs who gather intoxicant-obtainment resources by harvesting car audio equipment from vehicles… yet you still want some tunes in your ride.
The Datsun Maxima voice warning box, with its tiny phonograph record, just radiates awesomeness… but I was having a helluva time getting the thing to work. Problem solved, thanks to one of my henchmen!
Why have so many cars blown up, broken down, or crapped out? Nobody can say for sure. Whatever the reason, we've never seen so many dead cars at any LeMons race before.
Certain high-end Datsun models of the Late Malaise Era came with a seriously science-fictiony feature: the car talked to you! That's no big deal nowadays- $1.29 worth of silicon- but back then it took hardware.
Last year's LeMons South Index Of Effluency Winners, the Tunachuckers '66 Volvo Amazon team, had to come off the track just before the People's Curse began. Things looked bad: seized engine!
When I was writing shop manuals for transit buses, the only fun illustrations I commissioned were nixed by my boss. That didn't happen with these Chrysler Master Technician pamphlets of the 1940s and 1950s!
Ex-Jalop Señor Bumbeck is twice the wrench and three times the photographer that I'll ever be, so weekend Jalopnik readers oughta be overjoyed to hear that he's back in action with a new site: Clunkbucket!
I visited the secret laboratories of Evil Genius Racing last week, to see what manner of madness they had cooking. While there, I encountered a couple of track-car projects that presented quite a dilemma.
Clutches will fry. Engines will overheat randomly. Homemade wiring harnesses will melt down. Honda racers are going to blow head gaskets and throw rods. BMW E30s will develop undiagnosable electrical problems.