In 1983 at 12am, leaving a second job at Randy's Ford Specialties working for boss 302 parts, i'm jumping on 270 heading home and a 260Z racing up on my mustang and thought he was going to get around me so i mashed it. Was pulling away from him and at about 90mph she started slowing down. No real commotion just dying off gently. By the time i made it to the next exit I was at 15mph begging to make it up the ramp. Pulled into the lights at a self serve station and had hood up checking everything, got fuel, pulled the cap and rotor checking points. All good there, put rotor back on and turned it 90 deg?

?? Pulled the dizzy and sure enough I sheared the roll pin and gear was slowly spinning on the shaft taking it out of time. Dug around in the bottom of the toolbox I found a nail that was a near perfect fit. Stuck it in and bent it around, pulled number 1 and stabbed it, tune by ear and ran another 10 miles down the hwy to home. Pulled in at 2am and back out the door at 6am again for the real job at supreme grinding and was feeling rough. Fun times had by all. Mike