back in the early 80s i worked for otasco doing tune ups exhaust tires nothing really good. i had a custumer come into the baysand stand there and watch me tune up his old truck. i first grabbed a handfull of plug wires and threw them on the bench and this old man just about had a haertattack. ask me a 100 times how you gonna get them wires back in the right place. made me mad as hell. and mad at the store manager for lettin him in the shop to begin with.i acted kinda like i was shy a brick or two and had that oldman shakin, scared he would have to walk home. i really played it out.when i was all done puttin in new plugs, points etc.i went to start it and i was watching this guy as i tried to start it i wanted to see his face when it fired up, not when it wouldnt start!seemed like i turned that thing over for ever. got out checked firing order. even checked the points. by now the guy had the manager in the shop and was on the verge of crying.as i was heases back in the truck for the tenth time, i loked at the work bench and what did i see , a rotor button. at first i thought it was the old one but then it finally dawned on my dumba$$ that i didnt see a rotor when i checked the points. pulled the cap and no rotor. put one on it and it fired right up. after i set the carb,the truck run great. the old man left holding his heart but smiling and saying truck runs better than it ever has, but he wouldnt let me tune up his bicycle. lesson to be learned never quit working on a half gallon of whisky at 4.00 when you gotta be at work at 7.00.and it was the boss that i was drinking with!!