In alt.home.repair, on Sat, 5 Mar 2022 21:51:10 -0800, The Real Bev
I'm pretty sure I've told this before, but what the heck. I got mine
up to 110 one time, and it was flat. No help from downhill. It was
half-way across Michigan between Detroit and Gary Indiana.
>squirrelly, as I recall, and I backed off immediately. (100 mph in a
It felt fine but I figure the speedometer went up to 110 so that's all I
could do. When I got back to Chicago, my friend Rich Loft, who died of
leukemia a few years later when he was in his 20's, said "Did you hide
it?" I didn't know about that, but I guess I should have gone beyond
the numbers and the needle might have gone behind the faceplate, or if
it couldn't do that, I still could have gone higher than the higest
number.
I had two r iders, it was just after dawn, no other traffic to hit, but
I could have had a blowout and I had no business driving so fast with
riders, esppecially when hey were sleeping and couldn't consent.
When I got back to Chicaog, the first thing I did was open my hood to
admire the engine, and.... there were bubbles coming out from under one
cylinder head. Darn, I thouught, and I quickly shut the hood and didn't
open it again for a couple weeks. By then the bubbling had stopped.
Later I got a compression tester and like they say, two adjacent
cylinders had low compression. But the car ran fine. And I think it
leaked at cranking speed, but when running at 20 to 85 mph, it also
leaked but not fast enough to make a difference in how it ran.
I remember now, that even after the bubbles, I drove from Chicago to
Allentown Pa. and back at 85mph much of the way.
The car was like a tank, Undeneath the frame was a rectangle with an
X inside of it.
One time at work at a construction site, when it was time for lunch, I
thought I'd drive over a hill of loose dirt somone had made. I gave it
a running start but I didn't get over the hill. The car stopped and
when I got out, all 4 wheels were off the gound. so... it wouldn't
move. I had to get the guy with the cherry picker to take the car off
the hill and put it bak on the ground. But because of that great
frame, there was no damage. 1
>Corolla is perfectly fine.) The car ultimately developed a lot of
>problems which I had workarounds for, but I ultimately sold it to a
>"fine Cherman VW mechanic" who was sure he could fix it. A friend saw
>it at the local wrecking yard a few weeks later.
Mine still worked fine, but my brother had gone to Viet Nam and lent,
then gave me his '65 Catalina convertiable. And as much as I like the
Olds, I like the Pontiac better. So I gave or sold it for $50 to a guy
I'd met because he had a car like mine. He had two, and after he had
mine, he had 3. I hated to promote his nerdish hobby (details on
request), but it needed a home.
**He bought a Ford LTD? convertibld when he got back from Nam (in one
piece).
>My grandma never learned to drive, but she scrubbed the whitewalls until
>they looked brand new. She also cleaned the chrome with steel wool.
>You guys remember chrome, right? Back when bumpers didn't need to have
>their broken plastic covers replaced at $hundreds/each.
I wish I had a gramma like that. I remember chrome bumpers. You could
sit on them.
>> The new or nearly new features of the '50 were a high-compression (8.5
>> to 1, iirc) production v-8 engine, and an automatic transmission.
>
>I learned to drive stick on a friend's 1938 (maybe) Ford. Looked like a
>Brit taxicab. Later on I had my own 50 Chevy with an add-on floor stick
>shift, apparently installed and driven by a chimp. That's the one whose
>freeze plugs I replaced. Sold that one to a sailor on leave for the $50
>I paid for it.
I had read how to drive a stick and that was most of what I needed t o
know. Then 4 of us were going on a trip and the owner of the 60n?
Corvair wanted to leave earlier than 3 of us so he took two of u s out
for an hour and taught us to drive a stick. From Chicago to Pittsburgh
you only have to shift 4 or 5 cycles up and down, and I did the driving.
We went to Pittsburgh, NYC (where we watchd the '68 Deocratic Convention
on TV, then Boston to see Doug's girlfriend, then some small city in NYS
where my cousin was being married, the Rochestor and Niagara Falls, back
to Pittsburgh and Chicago. There had been a bus and taxi strike in
Chicago and I'd volunteered to use my car to drive delegates from the
hotels to the Stockyardss and back, and I'm sorry I didn't get to do
that, but the trip seemed more important. (The Republicans had the
loan of new cars, but the dems were depending on volunteers like me, but
more reliable than me.
>>>> Later on I drove a car with brake problems. I still pulse the brakes,
>>>> mainly to make sure they still work before I NEED to use them. Some
>>>> habits just don't die.
>>>
>>>I do the same thing, even in newer cars. That's a good habit to have,
>>>either way.
>
>At the very least it's a warning in advance of need to the guy behind you.
True.