daveSanborn
Active Member
I've had a LOT of superfluous crap going on lately. Between work, yard work, clearing this new piece of property and the everyday drone of normal activities, I've not been able to catch my breath. It' looks like this weekend I'll finally be somewhat caught up on everything.
Yesterday evening, after dropping my wife off at the local airport (she's flying down into Mexico for her Grand-dads funeral) I came home and found my son following my orders to move his FB to the left side of the shop and to park mine on the right side in front of the garage door. He's been driving his regularly and I haven't had much of a chance to drive mine at all, so I gave him the prime spot in front of the door. In order to get mine out, he'd have to get his out first. Since he'll be in LA for the next 3 weeks, I told him to swap the positioning of the cars in case I wanted to take mine out on a quick little jaunt. When I arrived home, both FB's were parked outside. I figured I'd take mine out for a quick spin of the tires. My son chimed in that he had to run an errand in the next county over and we should go for a cruise. I wasn't thrilled about a 50 mile roundtrip, tried to talk him out of it because it looked like the skies were going to unload on us any second, but in the end WTF, sure, lets go. He jumped in his '68 and we headed off down the road. About 3/4 of the way there, we got seperated at a light and I lost him behind me in traffic. I continued on and sure enough it was only a couple minutes before I saw him coming up quickly behind me. I was doing 65, he must have been closer to triple digits at this rate of closure.
So he pulls up alongside and asks me if I hear any funny noise coming from his car? I couldn't really tell. Both cars have side exit exhaust, so it's not very quiet listening for any odd sounds while going 65MPH down the road with the windows open. I gave him the "sounds good to me" signal and we continued on. When we arrived, I missed a turn and he was parked before me. After circling the parking lot I found him parked with his hood up. As I walked nearer I could definitely hear that something wasn't right.... sounds like a collapsed lifter on his #2 cylinder creating a medium sized "ticking" noise. I told him to shut the car off and to baby her on the way home. On the way home, I didn't get 100 yards before he disappeared from my rearview mirror. I gave him a quick call to find out he'd pulled over due to ZERO oil pressure. After doubling back and talking to him I asked at what point he lost oil pressure. He "wasn't sure" as he rarely looks at his gauges. Great answer.
Maybe after he returns from LA and we get the motor out, torn down, all of the damaged parts replaced and everything back running again he'll understand that the gauges are there for a reason.
At 4:15 this AM he calls me to inform me that on his way to the airport in his '57 F100, the headlights went inop and the stereo quit on him. He had to drive back blind and quickly jump in one of my cars to get to the airport on time. Sounds like an over burdened ALT to me.
So it looks like I have 3 weeks to finish catching up on my stuff before he returns and we have to tear into his vehicles. He hasn't grasped the whole concept of "these toys WILL cost you money long after you've finished buying/building them". He was pissed about the $85 tow bill.... I can't wait til he sees machine shop prices/labor rates.
Yesterday evening, after dropping my wife off at the local airport (she's flying down into Mexico for her Grand-dads funeral) I came home and found my son following my orders to move his FB to the left side of the shop and to park mine on the right side in front of the garage door. He's been driving his regularly and I haven't had much of a chance to drive mine at all, so I gave him the prime spot in front of the door. In order to get mine out, he'd have to get his out first. Since he'll be in LA for the next 3 weeks, I told him to swap the positioning of the cars in case I wanted to take mine out on a quick little jaunt. When I arrived home, both FB's were parked outside. I figured I'd take mine out for a quick spin of the tires. My son chimed in that he had to run an errand in the next county over and we should go for a cruise. I wasn't thrilled about a 50 mile roundtrip, tried to talk him out of it because it looked like the skies were going to unload on us any second, but in the end WTF, sure, lets go. He jumped in his '68 and we headed off down the road. About 3/4 of the way there, we got seperated at a light and I lost him behind me in traffic. I continued on and sure enough it was only a couple minutes before I saw him coming up quickly behind me. I was doing 65, he must have been closer to triple digits at this rate of closure.
So he pulls up alongside and asks me if I hear any funny noise coming from his car? I couldn't really tell. Both cars have side exit exhaust, so it's not very quiet listening for any odd sounds while going 65MPH down the road with the windows open. I gave him the "sounds good to me" signal and we continued on. When we arrived, I missed a turn and he was parked before me. After circling the parking lot I found him parked with his hood up. As I walked nearer I could definitely hear that something wasn't right.... sounds like a collapsed lifter on his #2 cylinder creating a medium sized "ticking" noise. I told him to shut the car off and to baby her on the way home. On the way home, I didn't get 100 yards before he disappeared from my rearview mirror. I gave him a quick call to find out he'd pulled over due to ZERO oil pressure. After doubling back and talking to him I asked at what point he lost oil pressure. He "wasn't sure" as he rarely looks at his gauges. Great answer.
Maybe after he returns from LA and we get the motor out, torn down, all of the damaged parts replaced and everything back running again he'll understand that the gauges are there for a reason.
At 4:15 this AM he calls me to inform me that on his way to the airport in his '57 F100, the headlights went inop and the stereo quit on him. He had to drive back blind and quickly jump in one of my cars to get to the airport on time. Sounds like an over burdened ALT to me.
So it looks like I have 3 weeks to finish catching up on my stuff before he returns and we have to tear into his vehicles. He hasn't grasped the whole concept of "these toys WILL cost you money long after you've finished buying/building them". He was pissed about the $85 tow bill.... I can't wait til he sees machine shop prices/labor rates.
ep :toot
