
One of the garages I dealt with was owned by a guy who
was a Member of the Plymouth Brethren Christian Movement, amongst other things their
religion forbid them to listen to TV, Radio, or recorded music, and the owner
of the garage was such a devout member he used to snap the aerials off his cars
so that he couldn’t accidentally get into a car that had the radio wired to the
ignition and had been left on when he started a car.

Today when you sell a new
car, its either ordered from the factory and delivered to your door, or if
there’s one already made and in the country, it’s held at a central compound,
and can be pillaged by some halfwit sales administrator who doesn’t know how to
play the game and hasn’t got the foresight to order their own cars with hard to
retrofit options, that are cheap enough to throw in the deal if the customer
is too tight to pay for them, so these days they just pinch your stock instead (hmm
I’m still a little bitter about this innovation), but it hasn’t always been that way.
In the old Days (Yawn) everybody’s stock was delivered to
the dealership and it was up to you where you stored it if you wanted to swap
it for another car, or let a dealer (who you trusted) have it and owe you a
favour. When you sold a car that wasn’t in your compound or pipeline
allocation, you had to print off a list of available cars, then set about the long
and arduous task of ringing the dealer to see if you can agree on a swap with one
of your physical cars.
Once the deal was agreed it was then a matter of jumping
in your car putting the trade plates on and driving to the other garage to
complete the swap, this meant you could be in the car for hours and in those
days cars weren’t fitted with radios as standard, some didn’t even have heated
rear windows or cigarette lighters.
There was no just sliding a radio into a Din E standardised
slot in the dashboard, to make things even harder you usually had to remove the
bottom half of the dash, drill holes and saw an oblong slot in it using a
template supplied with the fitting kit, then there was the matter of fitting
the aerial, this meant drilling a hole in the roof, front or back wing, then
the inner wing to pass the lead through, then feeding the lead all the way
underneath the carpet and bringing it out behind the dashboard within reach of
the radio.
To do the job properly you had to touch up the paint around the edge of the hole, but the aerial had to make contact with the bare metal underneath the wing to create
the necessary earth and get the best signal, this meant that any cars that had a
radio fitted also usually needed a new wing fitted about 12 months later when it had gone rusty. The good
thing was it wasn't as easy to steal your car radio;
the bad thing was it was very costly and would sometimes take a days labour to fit a radio
In the late 70s and 80’s I used to do all our Dealer
Transfers and this was when, I alone invented connectivity for cars. I have
never received any reward or recognition from the car manufactures but it was
my idea, as I said earlier I couldn’t go anywhere without music so I set about
making my own music system that could be transferred from one car to another in
a matter of seconds.
I started off by cutting 2 holes in my briefcase and
fitting 2 door speakers in it (had to be stereo) inside I fastened in a fitting
kit and a Philips Radio Cassette, this was later replaced with the all-singing
all-dancing new Sharp RG6550E Synthesiser, with ANSS Auto Noise Suppression
System, I will explain later why this was an important feature. I made several
power leads, 1 had a cigarette lighter plug for if the car was a GL or upward,
another had Lucar piggyback connectors so I could lever the clock out of the
dash and fasten it to the power feeds, if all else failed I had the slightly
more dangerous crocodile clips which I would just clip in the fuse box till the
radio switched on.

I call the Motor Trades new recruits fit to burn these
days but I am sad to admit that sometimes it would take me longer to get the
radio working than it would have taken me to drive back to the garage,
yesterday my mate was kind enough to give me a lift, his radio was on when I
got in his car, I turned it off and said “I’m not listening to that shit, I
would rather walk”
I know you will be thinking “You Ungrateful Bastard but
it only serves to demonstrate how times change! I have now become my Dad.
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