So this is the end, but I'm not done. There is so much going on now that my dad and I haven't had a chance to do much to the car. However this project will continue. I got exactly what i wanted out of this, time with this coffin-dogger. Working on this car has taught me one thing my way is the right way. My dad hasn't quite come to terms with that though.
We are at a standstill. Now that the motor is tore down and ready. It's time to take it to the machine shop. Thats where they will clean and check the block and cylinder walls for cracks. If no cracks, they will machine the block and cylinder walls. We still plan on going to swap meets to find parts. Hopefully I will get the car done in this lifetime.
My dad and I started breaking down my motor. We took off the fan, power steering pump, alternator, water pump, all brackets on front of the motor, distributer, carburetor, intake, lifters, pushrods, heads, starter, fuel pump, oil pan, timing chain, chain cover, cam, pistons, and crank shaft. So as of now I am keeping the 1975 Chevy 454 4 bolt main. (yay!) Under one condition, that I take more driving lessons, or at least tell the difference between the break and the gas.
The original motor was a 1975 Chevy 454 4 bolt main but, after the driving fiasco my dad thought it would be a wise decision to get a smaller motor. I was NOT okay with this. My dad said that I couldn't handle the bigger motor, I didn't agree with this because how could he know if I could handle it or not. So he got on the internet and went looking for a smaller motor. The odds were not in my favor because my Uncle Danny came through for my dad. He had a Chevy 350 small block he was wanting to sale. Because of my reluctance my dad has not took him up on his offer yet but, it is still an option. (Image is of small block)
So my first driving experience was not exactly bad but it wasn't good. My mom and dad thought it would be a great idea for me to back out of the driveway. Well it wasn't a good idea, to say the least. Okay so here it goes, I get in the car all confident and I'm ready for some driving lessons. I try to put the car in reverse but the shifter wouldn't move, my dad then decides to tell me that I need to push the brake down (Why can't you just move the shifter? Why people got to make everything complicated?). So I start to back out of the driveway and my amazing luck comes in for a visit. An old man starts walking behind the car (just reminding you this is my first time driving and it isn't a small compact car it's a suburban). What do you do when your about to hit someone? You panic and hit the gas. The car speeds backwards and my parents are yelling BREAK! BREAK! BREAK! I break and everyone is thrown forwards. I have never backed the car out of the driveway again.
Once we got the car home my dad and I started looking for car parts. He found a guy who owns a Camaro salvage in Skiatook, so we went. When we got there it was not what I expected. It was a small storage unit that had 4 cars in it and a loft with some parts. You could barely walk through it. The guy who owned the place was very creepy and smelly, but I got some pretty sweet bullet mirrors and hardware.
Taking the car from the shop to my house was a family event, even my grandpa got to go. My grandpa was a little starstruck when he met Bobby Hollywood. He had apparently seen him on the show several times. Knowing my grandpa it was probably a rerun he saw over and over again. If you have ever watched TV with him you would understand. Unfortunately, I was not impressed I just wanted to get my new (old) baby home. What seemed like years later we were finally on the road.
I have always wanted an old car, first it was a 1966 Ford Mustang. Second it was a challenger, I was on that for awhile. Then I was watching One Tree Hill one day and I fell in love with Peyton Sawyer's 1963 Mercury Comet Convertible. My dad and I looked and looked for the car at a price that we could afford. Then my mom and dad were out one day and saw a 1969 Camaro (my mom is in love with that year) on the side of the rode in front of a car garage. They went in to see it was for sale the guy who owned the shop said it wasn't but, he had a 1970 Camaro he was working on and he would sell it to my dad. The ironic thing was that the guy who owned the shop was Bobby Hollywood maybe you have seen him on the show Street Outlaws in Oklahoma. My dad came home that night and told me about the car, I jumped on the offer. The car was $7,500, I paid for it with my own money.
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