Another 'Classic' CptTripps Welding Story. Options

[CptTripps]

As some of you remember, I had an..er...interesting time with a car I bought at WCC. ( http://www.914world.com/bbs2/index.php?act=...=ST&f=2&t=30092 ) ...here's the MWC story.

Let me start with an apology...there are no pics to go with this...you'll understand why in a sec.

So we're all set for the 'Run to Hell and Back' and I'm raring to go. I didn't get to drive the 'fun run' at WCC because...well...I didn't have a car out there. (Riding shotgun with Brando was fun though!) So I'm the third car in line...had a goox mix loaded into the iPod, had bottles of water, 2 Cigars, Money for ice-cream...let's go, let's go...

So off we go...map at my side, driving gloves on, stogy lit and the tunes jammin. This is where the fun starts...

About 20min into the 'run' and my accelerator pedal starts to feel REAL light. Hmm... My mind raced back to the earlier in the weekend when Gary and I re-did the linkage on my carbs. "Well, that must be it...just came loose." So I pulled over and to investigate. So there we are, 20min into it, and I'm pulled over...everyone thought that we were stopping to collect everyone, so 35 cars pile in behind me. I waved them all on, and went back to re-investigate the situation.

So there I am, by myself in the middle of rural Michigan, Saturday afternoon...and I find the problem. Ready...(drumroll)

The throttle 'key' from the passenger side carb SPLIT IN TWO. (This is the part I'm talking about.) Half was on the end of the linkage, the other half was on the carborator. After looking at it and pondering for a few min, I came to the realization that there is NO way to 'rig' the thing so I can limp home. I'm reaching for my phone to cal AAA, and I hear a guy behind me...

Guy: I live right up the street...need any tools?
Me: Naaa...I think I'm past tools and into welding at this point
Guy: My neighbor has a welder...want to go see if he's home?
Me: Really?
Guy: Sure...hop in, and bring your parts.

So we we're off to his neighbor's house to see if A: he was home, and B: Can I borrow his welder? About 5min later, we're at his doorstep, and sue enough...he's home.

Guy: I picked up a stragler, he broke down, and needs to borrow your welder to get back on the road.
Guy's Neighbor: No problem...do you know how to weld?
Me: I know enough to fix this. :: holding part up ::
Guy's Neighbor: Let's get you set up.

This is when Samson calls me.

Samson: You ok man?
Me: Yeah, I gotta run, but I'll call you in a sec.

So the 'Neighbor' (Scott) get's me set up with his Craftsman MIG, and 'Guy' (Gary) helps me get the parts clamped together and ready. 3min later, I'm welding it up, and things are starting to come together. (No pun intended.) After I was sure it was all 'one piece' again, I looked at my welds...

Me: Looks good enough to get me home.
Scott: I've got a grinder over here...you can clean it up if you want.
Me: Sweet.

So the end result was a DECENT weld-job on a part that would be IMPOSSIBLE to find. Gary gives me a ride back to the car, and it took about 30sec to get it fired up. Carbs weren't perfectly synched, but I wouldn't expect that they would be...but it RAN! right about then, I called Samson to see what was going on.

Me: Samson...I'm rollin again, where are you all?
Samson: You didn't get my message...we're doubling back to where you are.
Me: I'll see you in 2min then.

I shook Gary's hand, thanked him profusely, and was ready to roll. about 30sec later, and I start seeing teeners headed towards me. I jetted into a driveway, and jumped back into line. The best part? My cigar was still lit...

Special thanks to Gary and Scott. You guys saved my ass.


So there you have it gang....another 914 meet, and another CptTripps welding story. Guess I oughta just bring one with me next time.

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[Hawk]

Cpt,
You are one amazin dude. Why didnt you grab the mike from me at the banquet and tell that story. Michigan folk sure are friendly, eh? And every other person works for Fords (what they call it) by the way.

My story (not to hijack your thread or anything) is as follows.

I finally broke down (no pun) and washed my /6 for the MWC on Thursday night. On recommendation from BS Chairman, I even washed out my engine compartment.
So Saturday morning, my son and I fire up the /6 at 7:15am. Gary and his wife join us in their /6 for the 20 minute drive to Whitmore Lake. Not 5 minutes down the road, the engine quits. Just quits. Not just anywhere but at the intersection of 2 freeways, stranding us in the triangle between the 2 highways. Gary pulls in behind. Now we are cheek to cheek with gravel haulers on both sides of us whizzing by at the usal Michigan freeway speed of 80mph.

Gary says: Sounds electrical. Got gas? Yes. Let's spray some of this stuff down the carbs. No results. "Well gotta go and register the folks waiting for us. Goodbye. Will check on you later."

Call the wifey. "Come and get us but be sure to get in the right lane cause you need to stop abruptly between 2 highways. Its not too safe out here especially with a kid"

In the meantime our buddies Marc the lesser (in stature not talent), Marc the greater (in girth) and Richard from Ontario grind to sudden stop ahead of us in a Ford duelie after recognizing the vivid blue /6. Marc the greater says: Sound electrical. Now I dont have anything for tools on account of the impending concours but the VERY expensive factory /6 tool kit, but oh well. After screwing with the thing, Marc says: "points are fried". After scraping etc- No results. Meantime wifey goes flying by at warp speed and doesnt even see us! Everyone drives 80mph here and thinks its 55.

Now it really gets interesting. Suddenly an EMS truck with lights flashing and a guy in a pick up pull behind us from the other freeway and run towards us asking- "Where's the injury accident?" They see Marc the greater with his head and half body tucked into the engine compartment replacing the points. The one EMS guy, running at us, starts to throw his big rescue bag on my recently waxed trunk so I start yelling- " heh, dont do that!"

"He's not dead! We arent the injury accident." They look at us like German shepherds who just heard a whistle. "Must be farther down the freeway man".

So we just leave last year's 1st place 914/6 winner by the roadside and hitch a ride to the MWC. And that's why there were only 2 unmodified cars in the competition this year.

How we got it home is another story that my buddy Tom Bliznik who also risked his life later that day for the car may tell you.

Moral- never wash you engine compartment despite what a good friend tells you.