Memories and war stories from the 50's about transmissions. . . . .
Transmissions were always a weak spot in my peer group - mostly Flatheads, a few overheads. This would have been in suburban Philly, around Ardmore, Bryn Mawr, Villanova and Rosemont from about 1950 to 54. Breaking transmissions was just part of the game.
We often drove cars with missing gears, or crippled in some other important way - it just didn't stop us from driving the car. I can remember hanging out at the gas station with a few friends in, probably 1952, and the conversation went like this: "anyone want to go to THE MOO for a burger?" (local hangout and dairy bar). One guy might say "I'd drive but I only have first and reverse", another would chime in "well I've got second and high, but no reverse" and so it went.
We all sympathized when our buddy blew a transmission. I think I repaired the one in my 40 coupe 13 times in a year. We had a belief that every Ford gear had a weak spot in it somewhere and it was just a matter of time speed-shifting before you hit the weak spot, then BLOOIE!
Usually the damage was the cluster, first and reverse slider and the reverse idler gear (this from memory may not be correct) but I do know our Ford dealer stocked extras of these part numbers because of the extra demand from the Hot Rodders.
For a while it was the fad to swing the shift lever over to the left hand side of the column. This supposedly made the 1-2 shift faster because you were moving down when you shifted instead of up - since it made the shift pattern upside down. It also made driving with an arm around your honey easier.
We usually could survive financially from a blown transmission, but occasionally someone would blow the case as well, and this was cause for great sympathy on our part because cases were expensive, and none to be had in the 20 or so junkyards we frequented. So a blown case sometimes meant the car had to be off the road until the owner scraped enough together to buy a new case. $$$$$.
We knew just what tools wold be needed to pull a transmission, and we did them in the weirdest places, including one time when we pushed a car up with the driver's side wheels on a high curb and pulled the transmission while rolling around in the snow.
Albert Esposito was a legend - I never witnessed this, but so the story goes while finishing up a transmission he accidentally dropped a 1/2 inch socket in the case. Saying "F-It", he buttoned up the case and drive the car that say for a couple of weeks with he socket whizzing around in the case until the inevitable happened - and he did break the case that time.
These are just memories from 60 years ago when we were a lot stupider, I hope they are accurate, but could be a little off because of memory, but anyway they make good stories.
Henry