Sunday, February 28, 2010

wetpancake 2

i am not the only one who is mad~ Mike sent me these photos from today's drop the engine day
and i am also glad to see he tried out the skateboard idea~too~
just look how high you have to lift a Carat~to drop the engine out~ thx Mike~carry on with madness~yeah~ great job Mike !

Dashiell and i worked on the engine explosion together, i got the exhaust apart with a combination of wrench, Knokrloose, and sawzall~

that's a puddle not a filthy oil/coolant two part disaster

i still can't believe it can be done, removing the heads in place without pulling the cylinders with them~

i love this burnt brown/red/black color~ the color of oil burnt in rich explosive atmosphere

i taught Dashiell how to use the breaker bar/ cheater to bust the head cap nuts, he did a great job and didn't rip his knuckles up. . .yet

this bad tube was right at the broken rod location/ clue ?

broken rod stuck in cylinder ~ these jugs are about twice as big as the ones in my old `51 ford

look into my ayss~

both heads removed, water pump stored all case bolts removed, now if it's sunny this week, maybe the kids and i will bust open the case~ help ! is there anything i can use inside the guts ?

now it's so tiny i can't really believe this little thing can push a great big box around. . . oh, yeah, right, it can't

i know summer is coming ~ so i set up this out door work area~ dismantle table, and photo backdrop

See you next week


Thursday, February 25, 2010

my wet pancake

i really like orange little station wagons sitting in the sun

i dropped my dead hole engine and started to teach the kids how to pull the wet pancake apart

me and the mistress put it on a skateboard, and now we break it down to it's components

i will keep you informed, involved and deep into the filth

Dashiell taught me how to pop the valve cover off~

Monday, February 15, 2010

dose not run

there is just something face flapping silly about these van truck hybrids,
except~ when they can do wheelie stands

this little ugly cupcake got herself a shitty repaint, and some phat rubber

love the bondage chain tail gate straps, really wonderful to see these things parked around town, i wonder if anyone has ever turned the bed into a mobile hot tub for shirtless guys in jorts* beer bellies, pony kegs and feathered haired princess's with missing teeth and menthol smokes, stretch marks and hickeys
damn these things are wicked ass, imagine a world where the seventies never ended~ oh, yeah !


Sunday, February 7, 2010

1967 sitting under the 80's

i walked six miles to take this picture, have been planning a hike up beacon hill for months longer, ever since i started working, to get some pictures of this beautiful ford galaxie two door hard top, tinted glass, in the distance, with rain

and inconceivably, like an advertisement for space based television cars, this wonderful car has sat waiting for me, since it was last reversed into this grassy parking spot behind this shitty house in 1996~ the keys tossed on the counter, swept into a drawer, buried under mail and newspaper clippings

this is why the rain falls ~ the baby who wore those little shoes could be 17 this year or older

and why the sun burns for eighteen hours a day in the summer so that these winter rains can oil and shine this rich other worldly patina

clean shark like late sixty lines submerging into the realities of a future Henry Ford would have fought with WWII vigor to defeat~one single perfect car ~ a perfectly charmed representation of our American dreams

fast back~hard top ~ two door~ nobody cares about these necessities anymore, you'll all drive hatch backs in plastics with sliding, stow away walls, twelve speakers, satellite radio, GPS, airbags and cup holders~ when we were kids people wouldn't let you drink in their cars, if you wanted to eat, you stopped, like humans, and ate with others in rooms, not in rubber restraint cushions with movies and air conditioning, you think Macgarret from Hawaii 5 O would ever put his ass in a mini-van

i wish i could have lived more of the sixties instead of hunting down permanently parked memories

and this thing, i don't know and can't explain my fixation on these ugly little shoe boxes, but here's another one, love the color dark thick forest green~so deep

but i hate the stupid hipsterish decals, for some snowboard thing or music shit heads from the burbs

nice little diesel though

feast the eye

mismatched wheel covers lots of cosmetic dings but it runs~ and that is enough

woah, and holy cow, wow~ watch out grandma~ behemoth coming down the lane

biggest production station wagon ~ ever

this freaking tank is nearly perfect. original paint, no dimples or crumps, daily driver on the road can you imagine seeing this grill and bumper headed at you doing sixty, on the rain, down a hill at the cross walk at night, you dressed in dipshit black

what can i say about this, it takes all kinds baby~ all kinds

i enjoy the color and the massive over use of chrome and huge tire, the wild removal of fenders and the impracticality of having no doors, windows or a real roof in the most rain blessed part of the USA~ fuck yeah~

we are a people who don't make a lot of sense

camo truck at church, makes sense, a wrathful god, an older guy who pretends he's in the army or that red dawn movie from the eighties

fuck yeah~

Saturday, February 6, 2010

now i need two

i salvaged the front bumper from my $230.00 parts van ~look at all the road pocks, maybe they towed this thing behind a truck
and removed the rear bumper while i was at it~

this is my front end after i crashed into the Iowa beef truck, and the reason i bought my mint parts van

surprisingly the bumper was crushed but not behind the chrome

new bumper on old crumple face

started pulling parts off the engine, surprise~ the blown out hole is huge

look at the size of that gaping wound, a head shot~

a piece of the carapace, or the skull~shattered

look into the hole~

looks like the connecting rod shattered and rolled around and around the cam until it punched it's way out the roof, so aggro

i stuck my fingers in and pulled out this little greasy plum~somebody used the crankcase as a parts tumbler

looks like a heart, a giant black carbonized muscle

i just had to see it~the hole~ before i drop this mutha out~ bring it into the living room and teach the kids to take things apart~things that smell and are full of oil, gasoline and coolant~ we better buy some shop rags, band aids, and hand cleaner. . .engines, trannys, and fuel line

what the new town home neighbours will have to see ever time they pee~or brush their hair

a bunch of broke down vans and parts of vans and kids screaming dogs barking, and me cursing these giant hands, when i try to pull these cursed machines apart
El Mutante opinioned that this new blue van is too clean to use as a parts van, and now i think, i have to agree but this then leads to more, deeper craziness and the idea that now i need two more parts vans, one for my driver, and the other for my parts van, a nice engine, tranny donor, and i. . . am. . . mad
thanks for viewing~and watching me slide~
is four too many?