Recap of homecoming day:
We woke up a bit early to take advantage of the day light, and the first thing we wanted to do was hook up the trailer to my grandfather's big F250. It could pull better than our little 72.
We hooked it up and set off, but we had to pick up something for his tractor. Well, the trailer mowed some grass too.
That was amusing. On the way to the barn, one of our tow chains fell off his truck and he didn't see us waving him down so at a four way intersection, we drove into the other lane next to him, I jumped out and hooked it up, and we continued. Needless to say, onlookers were confused.
We then arrived at the barn that housed my beautiful car (I've determined that her name is Ashlee after this girl in highschool), and she looked just like I left her. Fender hanging in all.
Beautiful. I was ready to get to work, so we did! After some basic stuff, we got the rear axle in place. Wheels coming on:
And she was a roller! We backed in our trailer and readied the winch to pull her up. It didn't like it, we got stuck on the exhaust as well as the traction bars!
And so we went on! Headed back to my grandfather's house, hooked her back up to the 72, and got ready to inventory.
We had tons of parts. Things we didn't even think we would have.
More:
So we have tons of stuff. I am ready to drag her home, combine her with my Mach 1, and get to work.
I am seeing the floors being a problem, and then piddly things. The big money pit will be carbureting my 4.6 and getting ahold of a five speed, so I need to get a job. Lets do this, the dominoes aee falling.