Happy New Year!

Happy New Year! 

Not much new in the car projects.  Lack of money and time has sort of slowed the progress.  Also with my son and daughter home for the holidays, garage space is very limited to do any work.  I have been enjoying my time with them since it will not be long before they head back to school.

I look forward to the New Year with great anticipation.   

I hope the best for you and family!!

Merry Christmas!!

'Twas the night before Christmas and out in the garage,
There wasn't a trace of a Honda, a Toyota or even a Dodge.
The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit,
So I figured I'd mess with my Corvette for a bit.

I popped the release and I lifted the hood,
When a deep voice behind me said "looks pretty good."
Well, as you can imagine, I turned mighty quick,
And there, by the workbench, stood good ol Saint Nick!

We stood there a bit, not too sure what to say,
Then he said "don't suppose that you'd trade for my sleigh?
I said "no way, Santa" and started to grin,
"But if you've got the time we could go for a spin!"
His round little mouth, all tied up like a bow,
Turned into a smile and he said "hey! Let's go!!"

We opened the doors to claim our seat,
I could not wait to hear the Big Block’s beat.
I turned the key to bring the Vette to life,
The engine noise pierced the air like a knife.

The sound that erupted took him by surprise,
But he liked it a lot, by the look in his eyes.
With Goodyear's a' screaming and side pipes aglow,
We headed on out where the hot rodders go.

And Santa's grin widened, approaching his ears,
With every shift as I banged through the gears.
Then he yelled "can't recall when I've felt so alive!"
So I backed off the gas and asked Santa if he wanted to drive.
Ol Santa was stunned when I gave him the keys,
When he walked past the headlights he shook at the knees!

The Big Block exploded with side pipe sound!
And Santa let out the clutch and the tires shook the ground!
Power shift into second, again into third!
I sat there just watching, at loss for a word,
Then I heard him exclaim as we blasted from sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, it's one awesome night!!!"

Going to the Dogs

The weather is getting cooler, it does not get real cold here on the Texas Gulf Coast, it might hit the freezing mark for a day or so out of the year.  Our dogs, Bella, Zora and Ginger always look forward to the day when I bring home a couple of bales of hay.  Yesterday was Christmas for them; they got their two bales of hay.  I always love to see them get really happy over something like this, so much fun to watch.  Bella tore the bales apart as fast as she could while Zora pushed hay into her dog house.  Ginger looked for lizards, but that’s Ginger the hunter.  Zora, the husky mix does not have her winter coat yet so she was really happy to get the hay for her dog house.  I even put some hay on the swing she sleeps on sometimes.  It was funny to watch Bella rolling and tunneling through the hay, she really enjoys playing.  Sometimes the simplest things are the best, we need to learn from them how to enjoy the simple things.

Here is a pic of Bella enjoying the hay:

 No luck with the rats lately.  The trap showed it triggered last night, but the rat got away.  

Rat Attack!

Last night when Jennifer and I were leaving to get some dinner, she backed the van out of the garage while I stood at the garage door to activate the alarm.  A fast moving object near the ditch caught my eye which was heading straight towards me; I jumped out of the way just before it got to me.  A huge rat ran past, and would have possibly run across my feet had I not jumped out of the way.  He or she ran to the back of the part of the garage where we park our daily drivers, made a sliding right turn to head towards the “Corvette side” of the garage and bolted into the darkness.  This is the first time that one of the rats has been this bold.  It definitely wanted to get inside the garage before the last door was closed.  This tells me that it does not have a “secret” way into the garage, but are moving in and out when one of the 3 doors is open.

Later, I texted both of our kids about this and our daughter said she thinks that for a rat to be that bold, it may mean there are baby rats in a nest somewhere in the garage.  That made sense to me.  On our way home last night, we stopped to pick up a fresh set of batteries for the Rat Zapper.  This morning I went out to check the trap, but no rat.  The bait was still there which tells me it did not approach the trap.  Many times the bait around the trap will be gone, but the bait inside will still be there.  The war continues!! 

I worked on the VW Bug yesterday; I replaced the spark plug wires that had been chewed up by rats.  Fortunately plug wires for an old Beetle are not that expensive.  I tried to start the engine, but it ran only the length of time for the gas I poured into the carburetor.  I pulled the fuel line leading into the carb and cranked the engine to see if any gas was being delivered.  Just a few drops came from the line.  I am pretty sure I need to replace the fuel pump.  When I do replace the pump, I plan to replace all the flex fuel lines and filter.

1953 Chevy Wagon

This 1953 Chevy Wagon was bought new by my Grandfather as a delivery wagon for his grocery store.  My Uncle and Cousin had restored and maintained it until it was passed on to me.  This is the actual first car I remember riding in as a toddler.  I was fascinated by the chrome on the dash, and have been a car nut ever since.


After a lot of thought and conversations, I have decided what direction to go with the restoration of the Wagon.  At first, I wanted to preserve the original state of the car, but if I did that, it would be dangerous to drive in today's traffic.  In 1953, there were no seat-belts and few other safety devices.  I really would like to enjoy the car as it was meant to be.... driving it as much as possible.  I would love to build it with a Big Block, but I am realistic so I plan to install the original Corvette engine and transmission from the '78 Vette.  I also want to install disc brakes all around with radial tires.  Of course there is creature comforts like air conditioning I want to install.  I will keep the original look of the car with a few exceptions like wheels and over-sized tires.

 

Rat Bug

Yesterday afternoon I pulled the '73 Super Beetle out to where I could work on it.  I plan to fabricate seat mounts to install a set of seats from a Jeep XJ.  That in it self is a challenge since the floors of the Jeep is vastly different than a Beetle.  I will document more on that later when the fabrication start.... I am still in the recon and planning stage right now.

So I was cleaning out the Bug to get things in order and noticed that something had been going through the carpet and seats pulling out stuffing and carpet loops.  The Bug had been in the garage last week when my kids were home from college for the weekend..... it is easier to park all the cars inside if the bug is stashed away inside the garage.  I opened the rear hatch to take a look at the engine when I noticed something on the left side up near the firewall.  There was several red rags and plastic bags.  I was not sure how they got there when I figured out that a rat must have been making a nest.  I pulled the stuff out, being careful just in case there might be baby rats.  I ended up using my parts grabber used for picking up nuts and bolts that fall down between engine and frames.  When I got it all out there were several plastic bags that had been in the trash can inside the garage, several red rags which had been on my work bench and some receipts that had been on the desk inside the garage.  There was also a lot of carpet loops and seat stuffing from inside the bug packed around the engine tin.

I took inventory of the engine bay to see if there was any damage caused by the rat.  As I got a closer look, I noticed that he had chewed both plug wires in two on the driver's side of the bug.  I was not a happy camper.  In an earlier blog, I mentioned that when I found the rat dead in the rat zapper, I had mixed feelings since I once had rats as pets when I was young..... well, no more mixed feelings!!  The war is on!!

My Garage

I have a good life.  A wife that I love and who loves me back.  Two great kids who I am very proud of.  A job that I love.  But most of all, I have my garage and dogs!  When I get time to spend the day working on one of my car projects, I feel the most alive.  I crank up the music I grew up with and nobody complains. 

The dogs, Zora, Bella and Ginger are my constant companions when I am working in the garage.  I always remember my first garage companion Annie who is buried behind the garage.  I call my garage “Big Dog Garage” since without the dogs; the garage would lose its character and becomes just another place to keep cars and other junk. 

I have no time limit when I am in the garage, but put things back in their place when I get tired.  The older I get, I tire earlier in the day than in my younger years.   My car projects have no deadline; I consider the build as enjoyable as the finished product.  I don’t create debt with my projects; I buy parts when I can afford them.   Once a year I go to the Corvette Expo in Houston, TX to buy parts and enjoy seeing other people’s car projects. 

When I have my work out on the driveway, neighbors always slow down to see what I am working on.  I get lots of friendly waves and smiles from people I don’t even know.   Every once in a while someone will stop to say hi and see what I am working on.  Most every time, they tell me of their dream projects, that they never made time for.  When they leave, I am very thankful that I have pursued my dream of building the cars I love. 

When I am working in the garage, I leave the entire world behind and am in my own personal sanctuary.  There are no conflicts, bad news, or the other junk we hear everyday, only the car projects and my dogs.  Jennifer will always come out to the garage to see how I am doing.   I am so blessed to have a wife who recognizes how much being out here means to me.  She will go with me to get parts I find online, usually many miles away.  I always enjoy my time with her as we pursue the next part I need.  Car people are the best people to be around.   

When time comes for Jesus to call me home, just cremate me and put me in a tool box.  Throw in a few tools for good measure and bury me next to my dogs behind the garage.