On April 6, I started on a simple fuel line replacement on my 1985 3.2. I rapidly crested that modest hill, teetered on the edge, then went went hellbent for downhill--the slippery slope--in a flash.
After stripping off everything that could be stripped off from the top side engine bay, I had everything powdercoated, plated, cleaned up, and pared down (heater backdate). New shocks went in, along with a new set of wheels, and now it looks like I'm converting what I told my wife would be "just a driver" into something more.
Today I fired the car up for the first time, after solving a frustrating ignition problem with the help of a fellow Pelicaner. Now it runs as nice as it looks.
How it looked, midway through my rage. I couldn't just put all those grubby fasteners back on.
A medium dirty, never-in-salt Seattle area car since new. The lack of corrosion was pretty decent. Everything cleaned up pretty well, with copious amounts of simple Green, Brake Kleen, and elbow grease.
I took pictures of everything. From every angle. Yet still I didn't take enough pictures, mostly of the "before" kind. Back when I started working on cars, we didn't take pictures, because they were on film, and developing it was expensive. No excuse now.
Parts back from plater and powdercoater.
Car patiently waiting . . .
. . . for its new jewelry.
Rebuilt injectors going in. I used Dr. Injector, which is a franchise nationwide, I believe. The guy was good, and identified a leaky one, which was doubtless a contributor to the car's unhappy idle. Plus a bunch of vacuum leaks, finger-tight manifold nuts, and other insults.
And, finally, the fuel lines going in! These are Len's and I commend him highly on a very nice piece of design and fabrication. The seem to hover perfectly in place above the shroud. Great work.
