wcfvw69 wrote:
What's your next steps as far as the mechanical refresh/inspections?
So, what does the "grate gooroo" do on the second day of aforementioned acquisition of said old Volkswagen?
Well . . . the right side rear brake. A real mess of leaking brake fluid and gooped shoes and a crushed e-brake cable tube mashed against the torsion bar. Replaced the original "VW" rear wheel cylinder with "PEX/Germany, excellent quality. Part Reference Number: 211611047F" to save time (I will "rebuild" the old one), and rinsed the soaked shoes with several applications of GumOut and sandpaper. Sanded the drum. Reassembled with my patented "auto-bleed method". Adjusted the brakes. Firm pedal right off, too. Excellent ebrake action. Test drive was a horror. The tires, the tires are a mismatched bunch of Sears/Firestone/No Name/Rolling Cinderblox that started tearing apart their plies and never even tried to sort out their flat spots from 20 years of sitting, yes, twenty years:
The original owners lived in Michigan when they bought their new VW in Ohio on October 27th, 1977. Car stayed up there for three years before they came down to Georgia:
I decided to raid the wheels and tires right off the poor BobD and stick 'em on the Westy, which was finally able to give me smooth acceleration up to a never-before experienced 60 mph:
The BobD was outraged, I tell ya, outraged. Such sickening thumpa thumpa thumpa and stumbles under acceleration as the wiper got tossed around, but it was a short little journey to the storage bay:
Scraped and cleaned the insides of the original hubcaps, and the chrome sure was slathered on thick compared to the new stuff. Painted the inside edge of all hubcaps with rust catalyzing primer and let the paint run in a stream under the rolled lip. I do this to all of my hubcaps and even with the crazy rainy driving I do, it stops the deterioration. These things were abused by road salt, but the externals are still presentable.
First rust eradication:
A) Looks OK, right? Nope.
B) Peeled back the separated caulk:
C) Once I saw fresh paint, I knew the extent of the damage, minimal:
Nice driving car, quiet inside, tippy-toe brakes, poppitypopping exhaust reflects through the open windows. Smells like mouse pee or something, so I opened up the pop-top for the first time since Windows 95 and found that it had not been stowed correctly. Movement against the aluminum tubing had abraded a slight gash in the canvas.
So much to do, I should just hit the road and do projects every day across the country as I seek heat and sun. Speaking of heat and sun, that is why I am NOT pulling the gas tank. It is supposed to drop to 29* on Sunday night.
Colin
BobD - 78 Bus . . . 112,730 miles
Chloe - 70 bus . . . 217,593 miles
Naranja - 77 Westy . . . 142,970 miles
Pluck - 1973 Squareback . . . . . . 55,600 miles
Alexus - 91 Lexus LS400 . . . 96,675 miles