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I was down at the Oregon Coast with my first 69 K20, my girl friend, now wife was with me. The clutch pedal suddenly dropped to the floor, and stayed there. My dad was a truck driver, and always talked about shifting without using the clutch, I got real good at it that day. Was able to drive to my girlfriends Grandmothers about 40 miles, make a couple calls, find a new clutch pivot ball in Tillamook Or, pick up the part, borrow tools and fix it before driving home to Portland. That was about 1983.
My current '69 K20 was acting up like it was starved of fuel, my wife and I were going to an evening street market event. Figured out the fuel line was pinched, nothing a zip tie would not fix.
Good times...