The '63 Dart is a classic!
As a long-time fan of your column and your radio show, I have determined that one of you owns a Dodge Dart as old as mine. I have a 1963. I hope to keep using this car for the rest of my life, and I'm not planning on dying any time soon. Here's my problem. A couple of months ago, a part in the transmission push button selector broke. It was the spring between the park lever and the body of the mechanism. Since that part is no longer manufactured, I was forced to tour all of the area junkyards before finding a spring (actually, I found a wreck that still had the spring in it). It's now installed in my car and working fine. However, because the spring is old and rusty, I'm sure I will need another one soon, and I'd like to locate a backup. Do you know where I could purchase one of these springs?
RAY: Gee, Marion, it's nice to know that someone else has taste in cars that's as bad as my brother's.
TOM: Whadda ya mean bad taste? The '63 Dart is a classic! Classically ugly, perhaps, but a classic nonetheless.
RAY: Anyway, Marion, the best way to get another spring is to re??move the one you've got, and take it to a local company that makes springs. If they have the old one for comparison, I'm sure they'll have no trouble finding a new one that will work for you.
TOM: But you've got to look at the bigger picture, Marion. You need more than a spare spring. You need a spare car! Springs are easy to find. What about tail lights? What about a door handles? What about the climate control system?
RAY: What climate control system??
TOM: The window cranks! Anyway, what you have to do is locate another '63 Dart, and keep it as a parts car. If you don't want to ruin the neighborhood property values by storing it on your front lawn, see if the junkyard will hold onto it for you. Then when something breaks, you just go over and pluck off the part you need.
RAY: And if you have any trouble finding a parts car, just drop me a private note, Marion. I know just where to get one...although you'll have to come pick it up in the middle of the night.
TOM: Ignore him, Marion.