Now that my sporty little A1 has been all spiffed up with a tall can of Armor All on the tires, I was ready to go out in public with it. So, Señor Beel and I loaded it up onto the tow dolly, strapped it down, adjusted the safety chains to the correct length (because, despite our rather dog-eared personal appearance, we
are responsible adults) and took the whole shebang out into the great, wide world...which is to say, we slow rolled over to Xloflyr's place to drop the MUTT off. About an eight mile jaunt.
Armor All, if you're reading this, I am giving thoughtful consideration to taking on a few new sponsors this year.
If circumstances had been different, we might have actually charged admission for this mobile peep show. People kept driving up alongside the A1 with their smart phones up, drawn like moths to a flame, and to the high shine of those tires.
Armor All will probably be calling me any minute now. All aboard the tire-shine train.
Whoot WHOOooOOT!
Xloflyr, who had been away, came home to another MUTT in his yard. Surprise! And no one had called the HOA because of those really GOOD-looking tires. Mmm-hmm!
The following day, he drove his command car out of the shop and we pushed, shoved, and barged the A1 into place and got her up on the lift. I could hardly wait. All the really terrible, awful stuff was going to be underneath. You could bet your life on it.
Up she went.
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Truth be told, there was actual balance between good and bad. Some rot in usual places and NO rot in other usual places. There were some modifications (such as the torch-relaxed rear springs) but nothing that couldn't be UNdone. And with the lower control arms hanging down against the home made travel limiters, those rear springs rattled around like a ping-pong ball in a boxcar.
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The body had been cut and someone might have done a better job stitching it back together but what had been done wasn't horrible and the work had managed to keep the two halves of the body straight and solid and the rear drive shaft wasn't jammed up against anything. The wheel hub centers measured out pretty much the same on both sides; an allowable margin of error giving consideration to all the ancient control arm bushings.
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Insofar as general maintenance was concerned, it was in need of a 4-wheel bearing pack, the prop shafts needed some attention (most of the equalizing valves were caked in old grease) at least one control arm bushing was completely roached and I would imagine that the usual seals would need to be replaced because
NOTHING this old could actually be this leak-free. The trans brake needed to be adjusted and all the usual caked grease was present everywhere. But at least they
had been greasing it.
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The most glaring thing was the left front wheel which had a double-darned dent on the outside rim and a one BIG damned-dent on the inside rim. Add
that to the list of things needed.
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Phooey!
But the tires looked stellar, because... Armor All.
Cheers,
TJ
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