Don't want to leave you hanging...
Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2013 7:11 pm
... especially because there's not really much to tell.
Hello, I'm James. (Hello, James!)
Like you, I am afflicted with Corvair.
It started out as a project car my brother-in-law gave to me. I was just about to actually start on the project, after deliberating for a couple of years, when another Corvair became available.
I bought it because it was running. The first thing I noticed was that the brakes needed attention. It took about five months, but I got the brakes fixed. I consider stopping to be the first thing that a car needs to do well, so I replaced everything from the pedal to the rotors. Thanks to a couple of very helpful and insightful people over at Corvair Center, I was able to figure out the math so that I could re-size the master cylinders. Of course, at my age, it took about three months of head scratching, spreadsheets, and graphs before I was comfortable enough to actually order the parts I needed.
So I drove the car out of my brother-in-law's garage on a Monday in February. It had been in there, on the lift, for so long that I had forgotten that it had an overheating problem.
It hadn't forgotten.
I pulled the radiator and took it to my friendly local radiator shop. He flushed handfuls of Mulberry seeds out of the radiator, and ultimately that made the car run nearly 100 degrees cooler. So, ten dollars poorer, but very much happier, I started to enjoy my car for first time on Tuesday of that week, after re-installing the radiator.
Friday, that same week, I was starting out from my house, and in the middle of second gear, there was a large BANG sound from the rear of the car, and it skidded to a stop. I called AAA, and had it towed to my brother-in-law's garage.
So there it was, the end of a wonderful three-day affair with my car, and it was back on my brother-in-law's lift. I should explain that my brother-in-law built a garage so that he could work on his own cars, and while he was incredibly gracious during the five months that it sat on the lift, I was not looking forward to returning it to the environment it had seemingly gotten used to, especially after only three days of liberation.
My brother-in-law is one of the most gracious, patient people I know. He never even blinked an eye. I felt absolutely appalled.
With the help of a couple of friends, I yanked the transaxle and took it to a shop for repair. This was a bit painful for me, as I had just had the transmission in my Suburban rebuilt a few months ago, and it was not what I would call cheap maintenance.
Fast-forward a couple of months, and I got my transaxle back, and it is stunning.
I sat there looking at the transaxle, and looking at the car, and back at the transaxle, and back at the car...
So I yanked the engine out of the car, and took the car to a body shop. The transaxle was just too pretty, and would have looked totally out of place in the car.
I've left a few parts out, here and there, but that is the gist of what I've been doing for the last eight months with this car. It's still in the body shop, as a couple of weeks after I got the transaxle back, I was driving my pick-up truck and there was a large BANG that came from the middle of the vehicle. My brother-in-law's lift was occupied, but I have another friend with a lift, so I took it to her place, yanked the transmission, and took it to a shop for repair.
My pick-up is running fine now, and I'm really glad that I only have three driveable vehicles. I could not afford another transmission right now.
AAA sent me a letter saying no more tows for me this year. They are not nearly as patient or gracious as my brother-in-law.
Nice to meet you!
James
Hello, I'm James. (Hello, James!)
Like you, I am afflicted with Corvair.
It started out as a project car my brother-in-law gave to me. I was just about to actually start on the project, after deliberating for a couple of years, when another Corvair became available.
I bought it because it was running. The first thing I noticed was that the brakes needed attention. It took about five months, but I got the brakes fixed. I consider stopping to be the first thing that a car needs to do well, so I replaced everything from the pedal to the rotors. Thanks to a couple of very helpful and insightful people over at Corvair Center, I was able to figure out the math so that I could re-size the master cylinders. Of course, at my age, it took about three months of head scratching, spreadsheets, and graphs before I was comfortable enough to actually order the parts I needed.
So I drove the car out of my brother-in-law's garage on a Monday in February. It had been in there, on the lift, for so long that I had forgotten that it had an overheating problem.
It hadn't forgotten.
I pulled the radiator and took it to my friendly local radiator shop. He flushed handfuls of Mulberry seeds out of the radiator, and ultimately that made the car run nearly 100 degrees cooler. So, ten dollars poorer, but very much happier, I started to enjoy my car for first time on Tuesday of that week, after re-installing the radiator.
Friday, that same week, I was starting out from my house, and in the middle of second gear, there was a large BANG sound from the rear of the car, and it skidded to a stop. I called AAA, and had it towed to my brother-in-law's garage.
So there it was, the end of a wonderful three-day affair with my car, and it was back on my brother-in-law's lift. I should explain that my brother-in-law built a garage so that he could work on his own cars, and while he was incredibly gracious during the five months that it sat on the lift, I was not looking forward to returning it to the environment it had seemingly gotten used to, especially after only three days of liberation.
My brother-in-law is one of the most gracious, patient people I know. He never even blinked an eye. I felt absolutely appalled.
With the help of a couple of friends, I yanked the transaxle and took it to a shop for repair. This was a bit painful for me, as I had just had the transmission in my Suburban rebuilt a few months ago, and it was not what I would call cheap maintenance.
Fast-forward a couple of months, and I got my transaxle back, and it is stunning.
I sat there looking at the transaxle, and looking at the car, and back at the transaxle, and back at the car...
So I yanked the engine out of the car, and took the car to a body shop. The transaxle was just too pretty, and would have looked totally out of place in the car.
I've left a few parts out, here and there, but that is the gist of what I've been doing for the last eight months with this car. It's still in the body shop, as a couple of weeks after I got the transaxle back, I was driving my pick-up truck and there was a large BANG that came from the middle of the vehicle. My brother-in-law's lift was occupied, but I have another friend with a lift, so I took it to her place, yanked the transmission, and took it to a shop for repair.
My pick-up is running fine now, and I'm really glad that I only have three driveable vehicles. I could not afford another transmission right now.
AAA sent me a letter saying no more tows for me this year. They are not nearly as patient or gracious as my brother-in-law.
Nice to meet you!
James