In the early seventies, I was In the Navy Stationed at the Naval Reserve training Center Philadelpia,PA, as an Instructor. I was the proud owner of a 1968 Pontiac GTO. Several of us instructors decided to go bowling. After we were through bowling, I came out and could not find My car(I still do that a lot lately.) :B I looked every where for it and finally called the Police. He drove me around the area but we did not see it. I returned to the Base and had a call from the Police Officer. He had located the Car in east philly. I went to get it and the thieves had stripped it of everything but the engine. He told me I would need wheels and tires to tow it. A buddy had four tires and wheels and loaned them to me. He dorve me to where the car was and towed me back to the Base. The next morn I started calling around for a new transmission. I found one and went to pick it up. The junk guy said they had just got in that morning. I looked at the transmission and derned if it didn't look familiar. I couldnt prove it but I still believe I bought my own Transmission. When I put it in the car, it slid right in just like it was home. Bolts and all.