One of those where you had to stand on the brake pedal huh .
You are gonna love this story about the '37 Ford I had while stationed at NAS North Island,
San Diego in 1961.
It had a '48 Merc Flathead, pumped up to the max with Edelbrock Heads, Intake, & Cam, and (3) Stromberg '97 Carbs. Faster than a scalded dog bein' chased thru a butcher shop, it was. However, it still had those terrible mechanical brakes. A-ha !, I came up with a plan.
An old timer had told me that a 1950-51 Ford Coupe "Juice Brake" system was a direct bolt-in replacement ..... so, I went shopping ... hee, hee, hee :grin-square:
Since Military Pay was the shits, I had to use my "Five Finger Discount" to procure said parts & pieces. During off-duty hours, I drove all over greater San Diego looking for a donor car, hee, hee :grin-square:
As luck would have it, I found the perfect victim (um, car) in the Main San Diego Police Department employee parking lot
So, I returned to the base and gathered up all of the equipment (jack, blocks, plenty of hand tools, etc.) I enlisted my fellow mechanic (partner in crime) to help liberate that brake system in its entirety ... pedal, master cylinder, brake lines, front spindles with backing plates/cylinders, rear backing plates/cylinders.
You have to appreciate that we performed this entire criminal activity in broad daylight, with people coming and going in that lot the whole time. We wore coveralls from the Base, so we looked like we were repairing that Ford. We fled the scene with our loot, returned to the Base, and proceeded to swap out the brake systems. Piece of Cake, if I do say so myself.
You know what they say about crooks returning to the scene of the crime ? NOT ME !!!
Note: I carried my precious Harvey Martin Cue in that car .... so, this is Pool Related