i was an engineering apprentice in the 1960's, the blokes were running any ratty old banger to get to work-wages weren't brilliant.
i was running a £15 BSA Bantam to do the 5 miles to get to work and back (it cost three weeks wages)
A couple of incidents spring to mind:-
One of the blokes had an old 100E ford. He screeched to a halt by the main door, ran in to clock in at 07.33 so he didn't lose a quarter of an hour for being late.
Walks back to the car, a big puddle of brake fluid under the rear wheel.
Parks it. Goes back to it at lunchtime with some mates to help him.
Wheel cylinder rusty and leaking. He didn't have the money to buy the parts.
No credit cards in those days!
They disconnected the bundy tubing from the back of the wheel cylinder, cut it off and flattened it and folded it over again and crimped it with a mole wrench.
To balance the brakes they did the other side as well.
3 months later it was still running around like it - He said it made no difference to how it stopped !
A popular chargehand did the same emergency stop at the main door at 07.33, sprinted in to clock in amidst much cheering and p*** taking, got back to his Morris Minor to find the front wheel at a jaunty angle and that corner of the car on the floor. Yes - it was the lower trunnion given up-the whole corner of the car hangs on a female threaded bronze casting- if the thread strips it's on the floor.
The machine shop made a replacement so it could be fitted that evening after work and he got home to his dinner.
Those were the days!
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