So I'm out working on the buick today and I go to take off the step panel so i can start fitting another floorpan and the piece of steel that holds the rubber on just disintegrates in my hand. I start poking around and am able to blow a hole in the floor with the air nozzle in a few spots. It begins to sink in that this will never be a nice car and the best I can hope for is just a cool driver that I can practice my skills on (welding, paint, pinstripe, putting parts on cars that were never intended). So, floorpans go in next, then fix up any spots in the doors where they are absolutely rotten and falling the fuck off, make sure it's structurally sound and start rockin it.
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This is where the " ya know what, it's still cool as shit, fuck it" comes in. We've known eachother a long time. And you, as am I, are not the "trailer queen" type. It was made to drive, and look cool. It will serve it's purpose.
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I feel your pain. I drug my 60 Buick coupe home this morning and once I looked at the project like it was no big deal. Weld, wipe, sand, paint, seats, carpet, engine simple! I once had the optimism that I could fix anything. Thats why I have so damn many. Technically I probrably could but after getting to work on the 57 Fury and the 60 Buick flattop this last few weeks, I remember how much work it is to fix neglected cars. I have busted my ass on the two of them and it seems like the project keeps getting bigger. What ever you fix cost twice as much as it should and you find 3 things fucked up for every one you intended to fix. Now I look at the tired old car I brought home as a whole shit pile of work I would rather pay someone else to do. I am to old to crawl all over these things like I did 15 years ago. From now on if it ain't nice or so dirt ass cheap I can't walk away from it I ain't buyin.
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hell i just did a compression test and found a dead cylinder on the 71
-denise
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