I was a bit exhausted. I slept till 1130.
Then I got dressed and we headed down to Ben's house to get his Toyota Camry. HE had 3 complaints. One the passengers front door handle was broken. He had a new handle for it. It clunked when you went over a bump. And the drivers rear door would not open.
We brought it home. Along with his son, Calvin.
While Calvin and Heath terrorized the yard, Steph and I worked on the car.
Once I got the broken door handle off I realized he had the wrong one. They were close, but no cigar. We called around and no one had one. He ordered one and I put the majority of the door back together. I left off the fragile parts.
The back interior handle didn't work. As I was taking off the door panel, Steph noticed a sticker for a child safety lock. She turned a little knob and it worked. The sticker was down where you could not see it standing up. She was sitting on the ground and saw it.
Then I crawled under the back and had Steph bounce and push the car. I could hear a clunk, but it was from inside the trunk. We pulled everything out of the trunk and found the jack was not secured. Every bump was tossing it around. There was a bathmat in the trunk so I wrapped it up and problem solved.
We let Calvin run around a bit and then took him and the car back.
Steph wanted to get her hair cut, SO I dropped her off at the house and then Heath and I headed off foir Autozone.,
I got the stuff I needed and we headed back.
The Cub puller had decided it didn't want to get fuel. I put a new filter on it and nothing. I took the filter off and fuel ran out. Put the filter back on and no fuel. I hunted around and found a piece of fuel line. It fired right up. I cut the line and put in a filter and it worked perfectly. All I can figure is there was a piece of hose that was blocking the flow when the filter was on.
Heath was a great help. He sat on the seat and turned the key when I asked him to.
I put the tractor in third, floored the throttle pedal, and dumped the clutch. I did a lovely wheely while I hung on for dear life.
I parked it and turned my attention to the Ford.
I bought it like this.
After some internet searching a guy out west found one dash panel on the east coast somewhere.It is apparently the last dash panel for a shuttle shift 1720 anywhere on earth.
I spent about an hour trying to get the steering wheel off.
Steph got home while I was working. Her hair looks nice.
I called Tim and asked for any advice with the wheel. He gave me some. The wheel still would not budge. I decided to cut the bottom of the panel to go around the column.
In a short time I had this.
I did find that the 4 speed shift gate will not work.
The shifter has enough slack in it now that it can't move far enough to engage with the gate on.
I also fixed the parking brake while I was in there.
While Steph put up the tools I hopped on the Ransome and started cutting the jungle. I found in a short time that Heath had moved some large rocks to the tall grass. Arrrrgh. Now I get to sharpen the blades.
I mowed what I was going to mow and parked the mower.
I parked the Cub and the Gravley under the for sale tree and called it a day.
It wasn't bad at all for a half day.
Edited by UncleWillie, April 22, 2017 - 07:35 PM.