Swapping the Engine into Valiant #2
It was a nice enough day I could set up a play pen for my little dude in the lawn and swap engines around in the new Valiant. Like any responsible parent I made sure Cam would be safe while I worked and made sure he had enough toys and stuff to keep him entertained even though he spent a lot of the time watching what I was doing. Here we go! Old engine on the hook and coming out! Little Dude wondering, "What's going on here?" A view from the perspective of an 18 month old little Dude! It's out! With no ...
El Neuvo Valiante – The New 1967 Plymouth Valiant Signet Coupe
So after the wreck of my old 1967 Valiant I started hunting for a replacement body. This one popped up for sale on a Mopar website and I made a commitment to buy it. I should have checked it out a bit more before putting it up on the trailer, as this thing needs a bit more work than I anticipated. Caveat emptor, si? One of the previous owners had added a pair of Cal Custom hood scoops for looks. If the hood latch keeps sticking I'm going to add a set of original Mopar hood pins I have ...
The Wreck of Old ’67
It was a typical morning commute for me, dropped the kid off at the babysitter, pop the top on my Pepsi Max, cruise into work in the fast lane. As I got to the 205/580W merge the cars in front of me panic stopped. The Valiant had good brakes, I stopped quick enough to not hit them but during the fast braking the Valiant slid towards the right, apparently enough that I got clipped by a big rig which spun me out and caused all the damage. Back in my driveway... It's really bad.... I'm beginning to feel particularly lucky this time... Tore the sheetmetal ...
Twelve Hours of Turlock Swapmeet
The Big One... the January Turlock Swapmeet. I never miss this one. Pete wanted to leave early, like ass-crack of dawn early, which I was okay with. Some plans were struck and we met at Nations before the sun rose. We didn't leave until after the sun set. Scored some great stuff and had a fun day hanging out with my Dad and friends!!
More than Parts, or How I scored a FREE 1956 Ford F-100
One cold Saturday evening I got a call from my good buddy Panel Pete wondering what I was doing. He wanted to come hang out, which was a treat as ever since I've moved to Tracy I've felt like a pariah. Through course of conversation he mentioned a junky mid-50's Ford truck awaiting a cleanup crew on a foreclosed property. I was interested in it for the parts, after all, the F100 brakes and steering column are hot tickets for the early Ford hot rods I build. Pete tells me it's pretty much got to be a one ...
It was a nice enough day I could set up a play pen for my little dude in the lawn and swap engines around in the new Valiant. Like any responsible parent I made sure Cam would be safe while I worked and made sure he had enough toys and stuff to keep him entertained even though he spent a lot of the time watching what I was doing. Here we go! Old engine on the hook and coming out! Little Dude wondering, “What’s going on here?” A view from the perspective...
So after the wreck of my old 1967 Valiant I started hunting for a replacement body. This one popped up for sale on a Mopar website and I made a commitment to buy it. I should have checked it out a bit more before putting it up on the trailer, as this thing needs a bit more work than I anticipated. Caveat emptor, si? One of the previous owners had added a pair of Cal Custom hood scoops for looks. If the hood latch keeps sticking I’m going to add a set of original Mopar...
It was a typical morning commute for me, dropped the kid off at the babysitter, pop the top on my Pepsi Max, cruise into work in the fast lane. As I got to the 205/580W merge the cars in front of me panic stopped. The Valiant had good brakes, I stopped quick enough to not hit them but during the fast braking the Valiant slid towards the right, apparently enough that I got clipped by a big rig which spun me out and caused all the damage. Back in my driveway… It’s...
The Big One… the January Turlock Swapmeet. I never miss this one. Pete wanted to leave early, like ass-crack of dawn early, which I was okay with. Some plans were struck and we met at Nations before the sun rose. We didn’t leave until after the sun set. Scored some great stuff and had a fun day hanging out with my Dad and friends!! Read More →
One cold Saturday evening I got a call from my good buddy Panel Pete wondering what I was doing. He wanted to come hang out, which was a treat as ever since I’ve moved to Tracy I’ve felt like a pariah. Through course of conversation he mentioned a junky mid-50′s Ford truck awaiting a cleanup crew on a foreclosed property. I was interested in it for the parts, after all, the F100 brakes and steering column are hot tickets for the early Ford hot rods I build....