Stop! ........Waffle time.
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhh.( in the tune of Hammer Time)
I worked on the hood a little yesterday. Just long enough to consider declaring the hood beyond saving.
When I decided to cut the scoops off the hood to fix the wonkiness between the two of them, the resulting holes are now too big. Of the two options I have to fix that, one involves patching the over cut w/ filler strips, or redoing the scoops oversized to cover the huge assed holes. On one hand, The labor to redo the scoops is about a two day process, and then I still have to integrate them into the now tortured hood, and Welding in filler strips to take up the gap is just a J. F. waiting to happen.
I looked online to see if any local salvage yards had a hood here locally, but none were w/i 200 miles of me. I called a local yard today, ( a junk yard now mind you) and asked the guy that answered if he could help me find a hood for my old assed car.
He said "Your old what car?" I made sure I repeated the words "Old Assed Car"..... After which he replied " I thought I heard a.s.s, ( he spells the word) but I just wanted to be sure that's what you said".
Really? Even the word ASS is offensive to people? I just can't imagine how this guy manages to run a JY with the typical yard rats that sift through one of those places daily, and not just have his ears burn clean off his head from the language that would routinely just fly around the room as a matter of fact.
Anyway, I digress.
He doesn't have one ( naturally) so he puts out the request on their connected junk yard broadcast system. I'm listening to his conversation, as he's only set the phone down, as opposed to placing it on hold. ( He's skeptical that anybody will return his call out)
But somebody in fact does. He gives me the number, I thank the guy, and I call the new guy.
The new guy says that he's not sure that he has a hood, but he knows that he's gotta a " couple em old cars out yonder" and he'll have to go look and call me back, and that he needed a couple of days, maybe middle of next week before he'd be able to get to that.
What?
You need 5 days to go look and see if one of the derelict cars you have on your lot still has a hood on it?
Am I hearing
you right?
I tell the guy I don't mind the 40 mile drive, and I'd be willing to look for him if he'll let me walk the yard,.......
He don't like that idea.
He says I'm just gonna have to be patient, and he'll call me just as soon as he can get to it.
I give the guy my number.
To my surprise, he calls w/i the hour, and tells me I got lucky, that one of the cars actually still had the hood on it.
Great. Looks like you weren't too busy after all. How much you gotta have for it? I ask, and he tells me 100.00.
But he's fixin to close ( at 11:00 AM) and I'd have to wait till Monday to come get it.
WTF?
" OK, I've got other stuff to keep me busy any way, I'll head your way on Monday morning."
The south............to know what it's like to live here,.....you just gotta live here.
Between the one guy walking around w/ cotton in his ears, and the other guy singin' the " I wish I was a baby bumblebee" song to himself, every day here is another day in paradise .
The whole reason for the story ( other than it just wouldn't be me if I didn't have one to tell) is now I'm gonna have another virgin hood from an obsolete supply.
Although I like the look of the scoops, I'm now very leery of cutting and welding on the new one. The fact remains is I still need a modicum amount of underhood clearance so that the compressor won't hit the hood. One way, or the other, I'm either gonna have to blister that thing ( with blister version 3.0 ), or try to reintegrate the old scoops into the new hood, a path that once started down on can not be altered.
So like the title says,.........waffle time.