![]() He was also impressed by the Lincoln-aping suicide doors that blended into the Landau irons on the roof, and the fancy interiors that were just about as plush as a Continental’s. He still raves about the lustrous enamel paint that was miles deeper than the jobs on more mundane Fords. To a 19-year-old kid, driving this car must have made him feel like a million bucks. My dad has always waxed nostalgic about “Glamour Birds.” As a teenager working at the local Ford dealer in the late 1960s, the owner would often ask Dad to wash his T-Bird Landau, and even occasionally deliver it to places where it could be waiting for him. Even on these pages, I’ve said that the 1966 Thunderbird was the last true Thunderbird, and the 1967 model was in essence a mockery of the name. A sense of calm has won the day.Īnd so it goes with 1967 Thunderbirds. My coworkers have long used my odd annoyances to tease me: “Is this cake moist, Aaron?” But no longer will the playing of “Wreck” wreck me. Now, after a years-long dispute with the seafaring classic, I can freely admit that this lyric is haunting: “Does anyone know where the love of God goes when the waves turn the minutes to hours?” No longer did that wellspring of irrational spite manifest itself upon the receipt of those first few hits of that lonesome guitar. Lightfoot earlier this year, however, I had to admit to myself that for years I had been hating that song for the sake of tradition. That’s the kind of hand genetics dealt me in my younger days. Being a man of my word, I covered my check, left a tip, wished my friends a good night, and left. A folk singer was playing singer-songwriter hits of the ’60s and ’70s, and after he’d worked through about an hour of his set list, I mentioned that if he played “Edmund Fitzgerald,” I was walking out. I was once eating dinner with some friends in the early 2000s. ![]() Lightfoot’s music quite a bit ( “Beautiful” and “Rainy Day People” are wonderful), but when it comes to that song, our Venn Diagram does not overlap. One of my least favorite songs has always been “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” by the late, great Gordon Lightfoot. ![]() Historically, any hatred I’ve harbored is focused on animal abuse, songs I think are terrible, food words, and perhaps even 1967 Thunderbirds. Good luck buddy.I like to think that I’m a “live and let live” kind of guy any malice I feel is not really malice, but short-lived annoyance that is extinguished almost as soon as it flares. Be sure not to touch ground when doing this, as you can end up with even more trouble when shortening accidental. When you get to your switch and you see how it is build up wriggle a bit on each contact rivet with power on and switch to one direction - see what happens. Took the switch out and tried to do what the man in the video did by soldering each contact rivet, but f.kt up as my soldering got to hot and maybe I was a little to fast in my doing.endet up getting a new switch and WOW.everything worked as intended - and does until today. I fooled around with the cables when armed and things start to work some seconds and stopped again. I even found the fault in loose contacts in my switch. I can only give you my opinion as I fooled around with this problem a couple of years ago. ![]() I am aware of the Cougar and not sure if one of those fit your car. I know they are hard to find and I remember they are all a little different for 67/68/69.with or without cruise etc.
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