Barnstang, I checked out your website on your shop in Hagerstown. You are living my dream man!! As soon as I get everything sorted out, I plan to do a LOT of driving (gas prices be damned! maybe there'll be fewer people on the roads). I'll head up there sometime this summer to check it out in person.
I'm getting some good laughs out of this thread, so I guess I'll tell another one.
When I was 18 I had a sweet '73 Buick Regal with a 350 V8, leather seats and electric windows. On a miserable cold February day, the fuel pump went out. Fortunately I was in a neighborhood where I knew several people. I got a friend's dad to drive me to an auto parts store, picked up a new pump, borrowed some tools and started to replace it. It was drizzling freezing rain and I was laying on my back in the street freezing my a$$ off under the car. After getting the new pump on as fast as I could, I headed for home. People started honking at me on the freeway and pointing at the bottom of the car. I looked down and saw flames!
I pulled off the freeway and opened the hood. There was a raging fire. A man pulled up behind me and whipped out his fire extinguisher. It was empty. Then he grabs a shovel and starts shoveling dirt on it. The top of the engine was a melted mess of wires and vacuum hoses. I had forgotten to put the clamp back on the fuel hose on the top of the engine (don't even know if I needed to take that clamp off) and it was squirting fuel right on the hot exhaust manifold. I spent months trying to get it to run, but it was never the same. I traded it in for a brand new 4 cylinder 1979 Mustang. I hated that car, but I've been into Mustangs ever since.
I'm getting some good laughs out of this thread, so I guess I'll tell another one.
When I was 18 I had a sweet '73 Buick Regal with a 350 V8, leather seats and electric windows. On a miserable cold February day, the fuel pump went out. Fortunately I was in a neighborhood where I knew several people. I got a friend's dad to drive me to an auto parts store, picked up a new pump, borrowed some tools and started to replace it. It was drizzling freezing rain and I was laying on my back in the street freezing my a$$ off under the car. After getting the new pump on as fast as I could, I headed for home. People started honking at me on the freeway and pointing at the bottom of the car. I looked down and saw flames!
I pulled off the freeway and opened the hood. There was a raging fire. A man pulled up behind me and whipped out his fire extinguisher. It was empty. Then he grabs a shovel and starts shoveling dirt on it. The top of the engine was a melted mess of wires and vacuum hoses. I had forgotten to put the clamp back on the fuel hose on the top of the engine (don't even know if I needed to take that clamp off) and it was squirting fuel right on the hot exhaust manifold. I spent months trying to get it to run, but it was never the same. I traded it in for a brand new 4 cylinder 1979 Mustang. I hated that car, but I've been into Mustangs ever since.
