good old days

jim56

i remember in the good old days when i was just a lad
all the different cars different ones i had
triumph herald. ford anglia and the mini to
morris 1000 standard 10 they was just a few

cars that you could fix with  a toolbox in the boot
fix it by the roadside get back on your route
now things have changed there run by ecu
if you breakdown now.  nothing you can do

now you need a garage that has computor to
so they can fix the problem retune the ecu
not like the good old days with toolbox in the boot
fix it by the road side get back on your route

  • Author: jim56 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 20th, 2025 04:48
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  • sorenbarrett

    I feel this one Jim having lived those good old days and changed a starting motor in the auto parts parking lot. Good write

    • jim56

      yea them were the days bonnet up tools box out back on road done
      hi thanks for always lovely comment hope you enjoying weather hot here
      jim

      • sorenbarrett

        Cool here Jim

        • jim56

          hi roasting here flies got sun glasses on lol

        • Jerry Reynolds

          Good write, Jim. A lot of stories in that Boot.

          • jim56

            hi thanks for comment

          • Goldfinch60

            Good true words Jim. My first car was a Triumph Herald and if we were going to go over a hundred miles I would service it, including resetting the spark plugs.

            Andy

            • jim56

              thanks for comment

            • NafisaSB

              yes, they were indeed the good old days, when you could recognize and work on solving the issue yourself
              now it's too complicated, with all the advancement

              • jim56

                thanks for comment

                • NafisaSB

                  welcome always



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