I have a working 8 track player hooked up to my stereo. I bought it for a dollar and it came with the only tape I own.

Eagles Greatest Hits.

T.M.S.: I have a working 8 track player hooked up to my stereo. I bought it for a dollar and it came with the only tape I own.

Eagles Greatest Hits.

And I'll bet the tape changes tracks right in the middle of the best of the Best.

/hated 8-track tape

Av8rLuvr: T.M.S.: I have a working 8 track player hooked up to my stereo. I bought it for a dollar and it came with the only tape I own.

Eagles Greatest Hits.

And I'll bet the tape changes tracks right in the middle of the best of the Best.

/hated 8-track tape

Dunno. I hate the farking Eagles.

The worst part about the museum is that you can't go back and revisit a part you liked. You have to go through the whole museum all over again.

My grandmother had a silver 1973 Lincoln Continental Mark III which she drove in the 1980's and 90's. It had an 8 track player and my uncle kept a box of Pink Floyd and Zeppelin 8-tracks under the seat for when he had to drive it.

I loved that car

i never have used or seen an 8 track.

/playground off it

I hated 8 Tracks. The sound was crappy (wow-wow-wow), the format was such that songs changed over to the next track after a rage inducing fade-out and fade-in, and WHEN (not if) the tracks from either the player or the recorder were misaligned, then you heard a faint echo that was another track playing during the break between songs that you were listening to, and you realized you were listening to Paradise By The Dashboard Light AND Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad at the same time. I jumped ship to cassettes as soon as I possibly could.

The first car I was given after learning to drive had a Delco AM~8 Track stereo. I added a fast-forward only RadioShack under-dash cassette player screwed into a junkyard supplied ashtray, two Realistic 10w speakers in their own plastic housings velcroed to the dashboard, and a FM Converter clamped onto the cassette player. The whole frankenstein setup was wired into the cigarette lighter. It worked. It didn't work well. Bumpy roads made the ashtray vibrate like a paint shaker and disgorge it's load onto the carpeted floor mat. But it was all I was allowed to do to the car. Dad liked the AM 8 track and didn't want anything permanent done to his car. Later, some brilliant engineer made the 8-track cassette adapter, but the Monte Carlo was long gone by then.

/unsnarling 8-track tape from the capstans with tweezers while holding the tape door open FTW!!
//cool story dude

I saw a kewl deal on a hot rod message board where a guy wanted a nice sounding stereo in his old truck but didn't want a newer style CD player stuck in the dash. He found a huge old underdash 8 track player & gutted it. He then cut the front face off, hinged it and put a new smaller CD player inside of it. For effect he even cut down an old 8 track tape & stuck it in the opening. Pretty clever idea I thought.

Tiny Tim sure was creepy looking.

Galactic_Empanada: Tiny Tim sure was creepy looking.

Like your biopic offers a comfortable vibe.

RockIsDead: Treygreen13: The worst part about the museum is that you can't go back and revisit a part you liked. You have to go through the whole museum all over again.

Wrong, only one fourth of it.

you're obviously a faker who never lived in that era.

The one in my room didn't let me go back, even 1/4th. All or nothing, baby. Of course, I only had one... The Village People.

Why sit around talking about 8-tracks when you can start building your own collection (new window)?

/The internet has everything

I call bullshiat, no one in the south believes 8-tracks existed. Music formats didn't evolve, God simply created the MP3.

I'll just leave this here.

Heh. I never was dumb enough to own an 8-Track player, but I sold the shiat out of them when I worked at Radio Shack in high school. I tossed cassettes when I stuck a portable CD player in my '84 Dodge Colt Turbo and never looked back.

I still have a couple brand-new in-the-wrapper blank 8-Tracks somewhere out in the garage.