Jan
26

1970 El Camino Update

It barely ran. The original owner passed away. His daughter wanted to sell it. It had hubcaps, rust, dents, holes, bent chrome mudflaps, leaking drivetrain, sagging springs. But it only had 100,000 miles. The numbers matched and the owner’s manual was still in the glove box. I fell in love. We were meant to be together. My wife didn’t really understand. Sounds like the perfect start!

I had to buy new tires because 14” bias tires were brittle, cracking and almost bald. I manged to find a set of 15”X7” Rally wheels off of Craigslist for $100. I painted them and added a set of BFG/TA Radials. This was a step in the right direction. The car ran, but not good. It had a lag in the throttle that routinely killed the engine or squealed the tires depending on how the Elc felt… I guess.

I installed new cap, rotor and points. It helped but didn’t take care of the problem. The fuel pump broke. I had to be towed home. That was strike 1 with the wife! It cost $75 to tow it home, which I thought was a good deal. It was embarrassing to have it towed into the driveway. My neighbor was watching. But the fuel pump was only $15. That was cool!

Every time it rained water ran down the inside of the otherwise perfect original style windshield. So I had to remove it, fix the window sill areas. I drove to a wrecking yard and bought a new windshield, with the antenna in the glass, for $105; which was also a great deal. I had it installed and the leak stopped… in the front. The rear glass leaks now, but not as bad.

While warming the car up in front of the house, the muffler had rusted through. So I had to get a new system. I drove across the state to my cousin’s house. His friend, an ex-muffler guy, built and installed a 2” glass-pack dual-exhaust system for $200. Again, this was a pretty good deal. But because it was necessary, it was strike 2!

Now the can of worms: Every once few starts would grind against the old flywheel. It would make a terrible noise. After a few tries, it would always start right up. I had to park in the gravel part of our driveway because the transmission, oil pan and rear main-seal leaked badly. The motor would rock under quick starts because a motor mount was broken.

So I saved and planned. I ordered a front end rebuild kit, new fly wheel, and gasket kit. I planned on removing the engine, cleaning it, replacing all the seals without taking the bottom end apart. Since I had the oil pan off, I installed a new high-volume oil pump. Since I had the timing chain cover with the JB Weld sealed hole, I replaced the time chain set. And a buddy sold me an Edlebrock Performer aluminum intake manifold for $50. Why not? Oh… that meant I needed to buy a 4 barrel carburetor because the stock 2-barrel would no longer fit. It was the last thing I hadn’t replaced in my vain attempt to solve the throttle lag problem.

Since I had the transmission out, I decided to install a 700R4 (4L60) transmission. My goal with this car is to have an efficient practical and unique everyday driver. Whether it is driving across town or across the country, this car will be reliable. It will be a reflection of my personality. I love new technology, classic looks with a little machismo style.  So I started looking for the NEEDED overdrive transmission. In the magazines this transmission, with a shift kit, higher stalled converter runs for around $1600 or so. I bought one for $400. What a deal. Strike 3 with my wife!

Here’s where the real big mistake bit me. Even though I had built a motor or two from the ground up, I didn’t know that new double-roller timing chain sets had 3 different keyways to advance or retard the timing. So I just put it on without even noticing the crank-sprocket looked any different. Oops.

I didn’t realize there was a problem until after hours of trying, rewiring and two friends trying what they could; I noticed a bent push rod. This is bad. After pulling them all out, half of them were bent. Then it dawned on me what had happened. The fuel shooting up through the carburetor didn’t clue me in, but it didn’t seem right. The total lack of backfiring with great spark wasn’t any clearer to me. I felt like an idiot.

I pulled the front back off and sure enough, it was wrong. So now I get to learn how to grind new valves into my heads because I can’t afford to buy heads. This is more money than I had to spend. My monthly gas allowance didn’t accommodate restoring an old car. So it took a month or two to save the money for the parts I needed. Finally I got it back together all the time fighting against cold weather coming. The car is sitting on jack stands in the driveway because we can’t afford to build a shop. The wife is pissed now. My estimate of two weeks and $200 turned into 2 months and a $1000. Then, because I couldn’t get it started, turned into all winter. Is that strike 4? I don’t care anymore!

Now, it is still winter. The snow is almost gone, but threatening to return. My wife’s friends are laughing at her because she married a guy who keeps an ugly old car on jack stand in front of the house. But I will “keep on keep’n” on as infamously coined by the wise Joe Dirt.

I told my wife “I love that car. I will shove it in the back and hide it from you before I ever sell it!” In the past I have always bitten off more than I can chew. There have been so many cars I have bought without understanding what was involved. Even though I know how to do all the mechanical stuff, the money or fear or insecurities always got in the way. In the end, I get it half way to then sell it after feeling guilty for allowing it to rot away. I will not do that this time.

So thus begins my journey with the Elc. It is an aging part of me that I can control.

Jan
26

Grieving in limbo…

Most of the time we coast through our daily routines without giving much thought to health. Each of us gets a cold or maybe the flu once or more a year. Then the occasional fractured bone or skinned elbow will add a little excitement. As parents we will undoubtedly experience more and more growing-older pains as time goes on.  But it is the inevitable serious illness in the family that can test our strength and push us to our limit.

My nature, or maybe my defense mechanism, is to try and see the positive in every situation. To survive and overcome a stressful and often traumatic period in my life, I focus my energy on being productive. That way I can process the negative, and incomprehensible, in smaller portions in my own bitter sweet time.  It has taken many years as well as a few tragic losses to be able to understand this.

A few years ago we had a 21 year-old daughter lose her life in a drowning accident. This is a whole other volume of posts which I will have to start later. For now, all there is to understand is that one day she was there, lighting up the world and everyone around her… the next day she was gone.

The shock was so traumatic that it was a week before I stopped crying. From seconds after I woke until the second I actually fell asleep, I sobbed. The second week seemed to leave me without tears, but my body still felt like it was made of lead. After the memorial and laying her to rest, things slowly started improving. My wife and I distracted ourselves by focusing on our five kids and their needs. As they improved, so did my wife and I. After a few months, I actually had hours at a time when the thought of our daughter didn’t dominate every minute of my day. As time went on, the trauma was gradually replaced with happier thoughts of her. The vision of watching the doctors try to save her disappeared and all I could see was her smiling face. When a year passed, we survived. Life went on. The rest of our family was prospering. Life was never the same. But over time it became good again.

The whole process and what we inheritably learned from it was that we were strong. We appreciated every day more. As a result, I make sure I tell my wife and kids that I love them every time it crosses my mind whether I am physically with them, or not. Hopefully, if we have to deal with this again, I might be more prepared to deal with it… which is probably unrealistic. At the least my hope is that the tools and skills I now have to express myself will allow me to be there for the rest of the family.

My wife’s Dad is ill. He is like a second father to me, and about as great as a grandpa as a kid can have. He’s a great role model for me and the kids. He and I happen to love to build and fix things. So I have had someone to do projects with whenever he or I needed to. He is a great husband and father as well. My wife is as much of a Daddy’s Girl as any dad would ever hope for.

His has an illness that statistically, nobody survives. It has been over a year now, and the doctors are on their last measure to fight against it. So, unless something new comes along, they have given us a definitive time line. When our daughter passed away it was immediate. Our healing began the next day. At the time, I wished that we had some warning. Having one more day or even an hour with her would have been priceless. Now that we have our warning, I’m not so sure.

Having some warning has lessened the blow. I am truly thankful for the time with my father-in-law. But it has been no easier. Finding out he was sick and his prognosis was a lot like getting the news of our daughter. It was almost as bad, except he is still here. Once we adjusted to the news, things started to level out. Now we are all surviving this long slow grief with no realistic answers. So instead of a sudden jolt of extreme pain and sorrow, we are being forced to deal with it slowly. We aren’t being allowed to feel better. My father-in-law is in such pain and having to suffer indignities you wouldn’t wish on anyone. So here we are. Sometimes, for seconds at a time, I wish something might happen that would spare him any more pain.

Most of the time, I am so happy to have this time with him. Even though we are being held in limbo, every minute with him is another gift that will last forever. This is yet another opportunity for him to teach us how to perceiver. Only after this journey will we really understand what a gift it was to travel with him.

Jan
22

Dingy but smart!

For someone so amazingly smart, how can he be so dingy? Just about every day I watch our son accomplish the most amazing tasks in school and in sports. Everyone loves him. He is pure energy on caffeine. (Maybe that’s the problem… Too much coffee?) Sometimes I think his brain has sacrificed common sense space for mathematical equation storage.

For example… 2010, He is sixteen and his brother and I are preparing to ride a 200 mile road bike ride called the Seattle to Portland  (STP). This will be their first bike ride over 80 miles and they are excited. As usual our sixteen year old is bouncing off the walls, which is made more obvious by the calm relaxed demeanor the fourteen-year-old has while resting on the bed waiting.

The sixteen year old is in the bathroom filling his water only water bottle in the sink. The bathroom is not big. Behind him, about four feet away, on the adjacent wall is the toilet. The bath is another two feet beyond that. Who knows what he was doing to lose control of the bottle. But he manages to drop it on the counter and into the open toilet four feet behind him. I don’t even know how that’s possible. We called him Potty Mouth the rest of the weekend.

Then there was the time I took him to practice riding his little motorcycle in a grassy field. Not five minutes into unloading the bikes, he tries to step onto the unlocked tilting trailer. It tilts throwing him to the ground where he manages to poke himself in the eye with a shaft of wild rye grass.

Oh… did I mention he was allergic to 25 different things, including rye grass? Within minutes, his eyeball swelled to the point it was bulging out of the socket. After overdosing him with allergy medicine, and loading the bikes back up, we got him to the doctor… he was fine.

He does many funny things like causing a crash less than a month after getting his driver’s license, he forgets to put his clothes away 30 seconds after agreeing to. But he has a 4.0 GPA, he’s a star athlete who’s won 1st place over all in a run against people twice and three times his age.

So we let him get away with a lot. He could be doing worse things.

It’s OK to be dingy sometimes.