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Pulled MoHawk Out, Finish Ole Blue, Brakes on Barge and Some Pit Conveniences

For the last 35 years, I’ve always had a large Chrysler vert. There’s nothing like cruising down a country road at 70 with the top down on a land barge. In the 80s I had a 67 Newport and then a 64 300 vert. in the 90s I had a 65 300 vert. About 20 years ago I bought a 64 Imperial vert off the original owner and sold the 65.

So about six or seven years ago I parked the Imperial and haven’t driven it since. Last week I decided that I need to get it running well again and start driving. Yesterday the bad fuel was pumped out and fresh fuel put in, along with new battery. The car started but ran like crap. The plugs, cap, points, condenser, points, and wires were change, and it now purrs like a kitten . Also the value covers were pulled, sanded, primed and painted Mopar engine blue. I’ll do oil change next week.

There were no brakes, so today a new master cylinder was put on, and front brakes got new wheel cylinders. The drums and shoes were good. The back was a little more of an issue. I did have an old school drum puller to get the tapered hubs off, but they weren’t budging with any of the impact guns I have. I had to get my largest breaker bar with a jack handle slid over it – and put all of my 300 pounds behind it to break the press loose.

Again the drums and shoes were good, but the wheel cylinders were garbage. Replaced those, but couldn’t get the fluid to the back, so I ordered a pair of 72″ x 3/16″ brake lines, and a 36″ and 24″ and some couplers to run new lines front to back. That’ll be next week.

Moving onto Ole Blue, my 25 year old Harley. I finished getting the bags back on it, and adjusted the right handle bar controls so I can see out of my new right mirror.

Mounted a 50′ Goodyear air hose (a Doug ‘the Thug’ Duell tip from last month’s race) to my Coach’s 150 psi air supply – so I have air to power a pair of air bottle jacks – should I have a flat on the coach or stacker.

Also mounted a door cabinet on the stacker for cleaning supplies, and to hold a 25′ hose reel. Now I can plug the reel in and air up the race car’s tires without dragging my compressor to each wheel.

This was another theft of a Doug Duell pit tip

The parking light hole in the front bumper of the Texas Thug was filled with amber Plexiglass.

Finally, in the 80s I drove a pair of GT Hawk as my Daily Driver. Over 20 years ago I wanted to Kustomize one of them with a rack and Pinion steering, 340ci Motor, 5-speed transmission, Fins from a 60 Plymouth, and a front clip from a 53 Commander. The car would be “MoHawk”. It has been at various shops in that time – coming back worse than than it was when dropped off after paying tens of thousands of dollars. Anyway, it has been pulled out and cleaned out.

In the near future, I’ll separate the body from the tube chassis to handle making the chassis right at my shop, and I’ll find a decent metal working shop to cut the silly fins from the first shop off, graft on the 60 Plymouth fins, and make the body ready for paint. Then back to my shop for mating to the chassis, drive train, wiring, paint, trim and interior.

So that was my Thursday July 12, 2018.

When Liberals Screamed Racist in the 70s

Who remembers when all of the Sambos restaurants (one of the best places for breakfast in America) were shut down and the company was forced in bankruptcy because the name was claimed to be racist against African Americans?

Forget the fact that Rudyard Kipling based the story “Little Black Sambo” on a boy in Calcutta, India.

Calling people racist is the last bastion of the Liberal Scoundrel!

Just an average day in my shop

I spend two or three 8-10 days a week in my shop. Tuesday I

Stripped my 93 Heritage (Ole Blue, which I bought new over 25 years ago, and repainted about six years ago) down to replace battery, pull out speaker system that can’t compete with my Sampson Dual Fishtail pipes, pull off and order new dash, bib and lowers – and make it easier to detail, wax and condition leather seat and bags.

Been wanting to change the Baby Ape bars to Full Ape, but maybe next year.

In my 46 Olds, which has been a ten year project turning into a Street Rod – replaced the leaky trans pan, finished all new electrical, and finished a kick ass stereo system. Also got the engine started and running for first time in a year.

It’s getting close to ready for interior. I sure need a good recommendation on a good Interior shop in the Houston area.

I mowed the five acres the shop is on.

Installed four new dead bolts and door knobs keyed the same – so I have one key for eight locks, instead of four. Also, Installed and configured two Atlanta Pro 3rd Generation smart locks. I’ve been getting into Home automation at my two homes and Shop. Smart cameras, alarms, thermostats, locks, lights, TV, sprinkler system, drapes and blinds and more that I can control with my cell phone anywhere in the world – and get text notifications on certain events.

Its obvious I need to clean and paint those doors.

Finally, I set up a cart with various sanding and grinding tools and supplies, as I’m going through a lifetime of hoarded parts to clean, prime and list for sale.

And that’s a typical day at my shop, a couple times a week

HotRod Reunion 2018 Update

Deb and I arrived at Beechbend Raceway in Bowling Green, KY at about 1pm, and set up out pit with my pit bud Doug Duell.

This was the largest HRR ever, with over 500 drag cars. As such the line to tech in cars was about a 1/4 mile long and a two hour wait, so I waited for it to die down some, and at 3:30 hopped in line.

I was one of the last cars to make it before the 5pm cut off.

The next morning the First Qualifying started at about 9:30am. It was hot as Hell the whole weekend, and I was flying blind between all the engine repairs and a no Time Trials. I took a wild guess and declared the 9.75 Index and added 55 pounds of ballast. I was pretty close and ran a 9.79.

That would actually stand as my best of the three qualifying passes as my foot slipped off the gas (first time ever) on Q2’s launch, and I had too much weight in the third qualifying.

I wasn’t feeling comfortable with the engine on all three qualifying passes. In the first pass the car had three minor hiccups in the mid RPM range. Quite honestly they started running us as soon as we got there, and my engine was about 20 degrees cooler than normal, and those rat roaster Intakes need some heat. I pulled the valve covers off to inspect the new rocker arm and the valve lash caps.

On Friday, the second pass was wasted when my foot slipped off the accelerator. The third pass 9.83@136 was not strong, and I was wondering if I was too fat for the heat with 113 square on the jets in both carbs. Clay helped with running the valves and we found eight loose and three tight – and I put the car away for the night.

Saturday morning I was matched against a 11.75 index car, meaning I was going to have to wait two full seconds at the light on my converter. The motor sounded better driving to the staging lanes. When I left on yellow, I was surprised that he wasn’t as far ahead of me as I expected. I caught him at about the 1/8 and paced ahead of him about a fender from about the 1000′ – crossing the line at a leisure 9.80@122mph. It was all in the lights we had. Mine was decent and his sucked bad. I calculated the run completion and I would have gone a 9.72@137 if I’d stayed in it. The car felt great!

It was after 5pm before we had our next elimination. I was against an even slower car, a 12.50 second 65 Buick driven by Division 3 regular, Jimmy Gower.

He left and 2.75 seconds later I left. Again, he was closer than I expected, and I assumed I had a good reaction time margin. Then my car stumbled bad. I lifted and instinctively jumped back on it, and the thought better of it and lifted until I could analyze. I had oil pressure, saw no smoke in the mirror, and the motor sounded good so I drove off. The car drove fine, and the time slip showed that while my reaction was as bad as its ever been – he still gave me .080 to where it was nearly impossible to lose, but my car found a way.

It felt like a fuel problem, but I loaded up for home, watched Kurt Neighbor win NSS against Butch Cassidy, and Doug Duell win Top Stock in his Barracuda. We spent the night, and left for the 900 mile trip home early in the morning.

Today, the problem was found to be a broken crimp connection on the negative lead of the fuel pump – making a loose connection. That and the positive was soldered. The valves were ran again, the plugs inspected, a new cap and rotor put on, header bolts tightened, and a through clean and polish.

We’re ready for the next race, hopefully with a better outcome.

Shop Cleaning Day

Spent the day emptying a dozen carts of parts that need to be put away, crap that needed to be thrown out, and parts needing to go onto vehicles.

I put away stuff in the proper bin, in shipping containers, but I still have to spend a day sorting through stuff I have on the floor of each of four shipping containers.

As I was clearing off carts, I rolled them outside for my shop rat to wash.