|12-03-2012 07:17 AM|
I had a buddy in college that worked in a dealership, part time and part time college, He was rebuilding a Y block to replace his flathead in his sedan . Had engines and parts in the back of his truck. HE bought a new stero lp, the drag race sounds from the winternationals , He cranked up the volume in his apartment, was rattleing all the windows in the 4plex. The landlady lived down stairs, She grabbed her master keys and ran upstairs ready to evict him right now.
|12-02-2012 07:58 PM|
|sedanbob||I knew my Mom would kill me if I used her towels, so I bought a couple at the local discount store - bought white so the parts would show up better. If I tried that in the house (let alone a shortblock) she would have killed me first and ask questions later!|
|12-02-2012 07:49 PM|
|12-02-2012 07:24 PM|
Maybe you should have bought towels in a color that your mom didn't have.
That makes for a pretty good story though.
The first carburetor I rebuilt was on the kitchen table when nobody was around. I think mom would have gone ballistic about that had she known.
|12-02-2012 07:01 PM|
Post triggered a memory
Reading a post about starting up a rebuilt 409, I saw the letters WCFB - reminded me of one of my earliest hot rod efforts.
In high school I owned a '55 Chevy two door post with a 283 that had been swapped in my the previous owner. Sitting on that 283 was a Carter WCFB. It ran, but not great. Someone suggest I rebuild the carb... I had never even touched one before. I bought a rebuild kit and two new white towels. As I took parts off that carb, I carefully positioned them on one of the towels, in the order I removed them, hoping to keep track of all those tiny parts. Once it was as apart as I could get it, I started cleaning each part, in order, replacing with parts from the kit where applicable, then carefully moving each one to the other clean towel. Slowly, methodically, cleaning and moving.
I was somewhere around half way done when my Mother came out to the garage. She saw the towels, and assumed I had used two of her good towels - one of which now had stains on it from the un-cleaned parts. She went ballistic! She yelled at me and before I could explain or stop her, she grabbed the towels and yanked, reclaiming what she thought were her towels!
Little parts went flying all over the garage! I searched every nook and cranny, looking for all those parts. When I had collected what I thought was all of them, I borrowed a manual from a friend and started identifying each part, and where it went. It took me a week of working each night to finally get it all back together. When it was done, I installed it, hooked up the linkage and fuel line, prayed, and turned the key. It actually started and ran OK - still not good... it turned out my real problem was funky spark plug wires!
Those 4 letters brought that all back - WCFB!