You remember:
Then:
Yesterday, I painted the fresh air flaps with gray primer, clearcoat, and stuck on some thin closed cell foam strips:
Spent waaaaaaayyyyyyyy tooooooooo muuuuuuch tiiiiiiiiiiime scraping off the orange overspray from the plastic grill, then sanding through the primer down to the plastic mostly:
Two coats of plastic paint (satin black):
Used a razor blade on the original Hella turn indicator lenses to cut out the melted flash where the body/paint guy had hit the damn things with his sanding disc and melted grooves in the plastic and hit the poor things with primer overspray and orange overspray. Then I ran through the four-step headlamp restorer sanding pad treatment and polished them :
Today, I did this:
Utterly painful exercise to Remove Wingnut, because it was rusted. Total joy enveloped me as I undertook to lubricate this clutch cable system from front to back. See the factory quality control sign-off paint dabs? They are also found on the bolts holding together the clutch pedal to arm, and the clutch lever to frame bolts:
Look at the rust *inside the sealed clutch lever shaft*:
I am very glad that I did not skip this because the cable clevis pin and hole ( at the upper left on the photograph below ) were absolutely perfect. Cross-hatch sanded the shaft and greased everything severely excessively:
Do you suppose that I might take the opportunity to replace the front shift bushing and excessively lubricate the shifter socket/stop plate? Heck yeah. Look at how new the metal is on the grub screw in second picture . . . :
Floor pan:
Orange is the new orange. Thus, the name for this car is the oldest word for "orange", "Naranj":
Yes, I am going to put in Halloween Holiday Lights . . .
You might have noted that I knocked that damn spring-loaded pin out of the shift lever ball up in the shifter parts photograph, and I sanded it nice and smooth and greased it all up to make sure that it was a royal PIA to reinstall the shifter. It was, too.
That poor carpet had to come all up and back on down. I lubricated the brake, accelerator and ebrake lever pivot at the same time so I never have to lift that parchment brittle carpet ever again:
Drained the fuel filter, noted that the 10mm fuel hose is on borrowed time, noted that the alluvial rust deposits seem to be diminishing, noted that this car starts instantly. It is a real pleasure to drive. The shifter is a wholly precise and holy smooth experience, on account of the previous owner having known how to drive (unlike BobD's first owner who butchered 1st gear and slopped up the shifter gates at the interlock due to newbie panic or something).
Colin
BobD - 78 Bus . . . 112,730 miles
Chloe - 70 bus . . . 217,593 miles
Naranja - 77 Westy . . . 142,970 miles
Pluck - 1973 Squareback . . . . . . 55,600 miles
Alexus - 91 Lexus LS400 . . . 96,675 miles