Northeast Interlude . . . .
Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 7:38 am
This one is not as fun as my usual gamboling around in the thickets of Texas under the broiling sun gettin' bit by bugs but good . I lost my storage barn to Chett's need to cash out and retire. Once again, I had a fuel leak spring on me as I showed up. Better even than the Mercedes that had started to leak about 36 hours before I arrived . . . :
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. . . . the Lincoln started to leak only at the instant I got that big ol V8 rolling around in its worn bearings.
This leak was met with cool indifference as I chatted with Chet's business manager about the impending sale of New York to the highest bidder come November. At the end of the satisfying conversation, without even a pause, he said, "let's go get you some fuel hose."
It has been fourteen years since I last entered the Lincoln's wheel well to replace the fuel pump, and I have to admit, I was not at all amused by my workmanship. In fact, it was abysmal, with duct-taped refrigerator compressor mounts used as noise abatement, an aftermarket electric fuel pump not even bolted to the car in any way, a brake line jammed to hold the pump sort of in place, and it looked like a teenager's repair job (fourteen years ago, I was but a teenager in the scheme of life):
Noted that the huge spray of rocks and crap from that dumpster-laden truck on New York 531 to Brockport had indeed dented in the front of the BobD (at the time I was "happy" that I did not hear shattering turn indicator lenses):
I can't even cry any more. Took the passenger footwell kickboard out, removed the windshield washer bottle and pump, scraped the styrofoam insulation off the nose panel and tried to bash the dent out with a piece of the barn's lapped siding. A very ugly dent, this was, it buckled the edge of the line that is part of the whole surround "crease", so it refused to pop out. I will do a bondo/primer/paint repair somewhere here over the next few days, but today's Get Them Mobile To Move Out Of Here work is to replace the Squareback's front brake hoses since the car will not move after stepping on the brake pedal unless I crack loose a bleeder. Pictures forthcoming . . .
So, I have stored these three cars here for twelve years at $500.00 per year (just upped to $600.00 last year). Current prices for car storage have increased dramatically. This means that I will be taking a wholly unmanagable hit against my finances to store these cars anew and still manage to rebuild the transaxle in Chloe and both Chloe's and BobD's engines. I sit and ponder my life:
viewtopic.php?f=66&t=10708#p190116
. . . . the Lincoln started to leak only at the instant I got that big ol V8 rolling around in its worn bearings.
This leak was met with cool indifference as I chatted with Chet's business manager about the impending sale of New York to the highest bidder come November. At the end of the satisfying conversation, without even a pause, he said, "let's go get you some fuel hose."
It has been fourteen years since I last entered the Lincoln's wheel well to replace the fuel pump, and I have to admit, I was not at all amused by my workmanship. In fact, it was abysmal, with duct-taped refrigerator compressor mounts used as noise abatement, an aftermarket electric fuel pump not even bolted to the car in any way, a brake line jammed to hold the pump sort of in place, and it looked like a teenager's repair job (fourteen years ago, I was but a teenager in the scheme of life):
Noted that the huge spray of rocks and crap from that dumpster-laden truck on New York 531 to Brockport had indeed dented in the front of the BobD (at the time I was "happy" that I did not hear shattering turn indicator lenses):
I can't even cry any more. Took the passenger footwell kickboard out, removed the windshield washer bottle and pump, scraped the styrofoam insulation off the nose panel and tried to bash the dent out with a piece of the barn's lapped siding. A very ugly dent, this was, it buckled the edge of the line that is part of the whole surround "crease", so it refused to pop out. I will do a bondo/primer/paint repair somewhere here over the next few days, but today's Get Them Mobile To Move Out Of Here work is to replace the Squareback's front brake hoses since the car will not move after stepping on the brake pedal unless I crack loose a bleeder. Pictures forthcoming . . .
So, I have stored these three cars here for twelve years at $500.00 per year (just upped to $600.00 last year). Current prices for car storage have increased dramatically. This means that I will be taking a wholly unmanagable hit against my finances to store these cars anew and still manage to rebuild the transaxle in Chloe and both Chloe's and BobD's engines. I sit and ponder my life: