Fuck Ford. Fuck Navistar. And fuck whoever packaged that piece of shit engine in that fucking truck.
Sometimes procrastination pays off.
I work for a trucking company so the employee parking lot is usually full of pickups and SUVs but today something new appeared. I’m not sure whose it was and I’m not sure what the hell it is, but it’s definitely not boring. The engine is an old-school Ford four cylinder (maybe a 2.3?) but that’s all I can say for sure.
I doubt anybody remembers but I’ve been having an issue keeping mice out of my project Camaro. I think that problem is either over or soon will be. The question now is, how do I get the snake out of there?
Eastern Washington, that is. It’s the dry side of the mountains but the whole thing is not a damn desert like some from Pugetopolis seem to think. Took a drive up above the lodge where we got married. I didn’t get a good shot from up top but here’s the view from half way:
The task for the day was to turn theses boxes in to a functional steering system.
Today I finally had a chance to try to hunt down what was causing all of the slop in the Camaro’s steering. Once I got it up and on stands and started looking it was pretty obvious that the steering box was the culprit.
Took the POS Camaro out for a drive after replacing the old fan with an electric one that I had lying around and was just too lazy to put in before. Until now I had been doing short low speed test drives but this time I decided to take it out on some main roads and shake it down.
It’s a semi-regular occurrence for somebody to wander in to my parents’ garage while I’m working on my Camaro to ask if it’s for sale.
I was watching some of the races at Goodwood and there were some early 2nd gen Camaros mixing it up with Capris, Rovers and Minis. One in particular struck my fancy and now suddenly I’m contemplating a whole different paint job for my ‘71. Going full on early 70s style. Now if I could just get it to run (and shoot…
I don’t know if anybody watches The Walking Dead, but tonight featured an interesting Easter egg for fans of car movies.
Now that it’s getting late and most people are heading off to bed I’m going to crow just a little bit about my alma mater.
I recently got a new job but I kept the old one on a part-time basis for now. The old one is at a translation company so meetings can often veer off topic and go in to a deep discussion of word origins.
My wife wrapped my presents and let’s just say they are easy to spot.
So far I have fixed an oil leak, transmission fluid leak, and this weekend replaced the thermostat housing to fix a coolant leak. The only things left to leak are gas, brake fluid or power steering fluid.
I know one of you needs this, and by “this” I mean the Morris Minor not the rest of the road flotsam in the potato picture.
I’m not sure if I have parts hoarding tendencies or if I’m just too lazy to go through everything I have and sell it. I’m leaning toward the latter since I have gladly given away parts friends needed including an entire engine. No matter what the root cause, when I needed a bracket to mount a transmission kick down…
Just added my Camaro to my insurance policy so it’s totally legal now! I printed out the temp card my agent emailed me and took a look at it. “Camero”. Sigh.
Project POS Camaro has moved one step forward with the purchase of tires manufactured in the 21st century!
Or really anybody that wants to share their opinion. I’m about to buy new shoes for my ‘71 Camaro and need some opinions on sizing.