Showing posts with label marquis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label marquis. Show all posts

Friday, July 13, 2012

Auto repair, lesson 2

The back window of the “new” car was a little bit loose.  I had to push it forward when closing the door so that it would fit right.

So I pulled off the door panel, and these two bolts drop out.  Could be the problem, no?

Yes.  One was from the top, the other from the bottom of this:

The bar that holds the window in, that plastic is bolted to the glass.  So I put the bolts back on and tightened them down and, voila, the window doesn’t wobble any more.

Cool.  Hook up the power window switch, put it all back together and I’ll have 3 out of the 4 windows working correctly.

Oops.  Some (expletive deleted) cut the wires to the switch, rather than just unplugging it.

Junkyard time.  Gotta go get me a good switch plug.  Fortunately, any Ford, with power windows, built somewhere between 1970 and 1978 should have the right part.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Bonus points for the guy at Smith’s

Can you tell me what is wrong with this picture?

If you don’t want to play, and unless you’re a Ford fanatic like me you probably won’t see it, just go ahead and click on “Read more” to see the rest of the post.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Obsession

“Hi, my name is Max and I’m a big-old-Fordaholic.”

“Hi, Max”

“It all started in 1977, when I bought my first LTD from a friend.  He said everyone was doing it…”

Yes, I bought another car today.  This makes five.  3 are registered and running, one is awaiting a transmission transplant from the fifth one, which became a parts car for the others a few months ago.

I saw it on KSL.com, “Excellent running condition. New battery. I purchased this from the original owner. Text me with any questions 801.555.5555” the ad said.

I sent him a text, went down to his house and looked at the car.  The back bumper is quite rusty, but the rest of the car is clean.  The engine started right up, I took it for a drive and the transmission shifted so smoothly you could hardly tell it had changed gears.  No smoke, tires are reasonably good.  Front seats are a little torn, dash a little cracked, but the back seats, headliner and door panels are all but perfect.

Yup, sold.  He was asking $900, I offered him $850 and he took it.  I had the money, he went to go find the title and, whoops, couldn’t find it.  Nowhere to be found in the half hour we spent looking.  Not in the trunk.  Not in the glovebox, not in the house.  Not even in the 3 ring binder with ALL the paperwork on repairs and maintenance, dating back to 1978. (The original owner even had the home phone numbers for the people at the service department).

So he calls his friend he bought the car from, the car was still in his friend’s name, and the three of us meet down at the DMV.  Halfway there we realize we should probably bring the registration, so we head back, pick it up and make it there just as his friend gets there.  If you ever have to do work at the DMV, the best time to go is mid-day, mid-month.  We got there around 1:00, got our number which was called before we even had a chance to sit down.  Check the previous owner’s ID, check my ID, bada-bim, bada-boom, we’re out of there in less than 15 minutes. 

Actually, my addiction is not as bad as it seems.  There are several other of these cars on KSL.com, but I didn’t buy them because I didn’t want to spend all my savings.  This one is just a gem, especially for the price.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Stop the insanity

I'm at the store yesterday, drove the Battlecruiser there. As I was putting my stuff in the car some guy started talking to me about the car. Turns out he has a 1970 Mercury Grand Marquis 2 door that he's selling. $1,500 bucks. No, I didn't buy it. Not that I wouldn't have if I had $1,500 in the bank, but since I had to borrow the last $500 to get the Battlecruiser, there is no way I could have (or even should have) scraped up the money for this one. So I just politely said no thanks and backed away slowly, got into my car and left. I may be an addict, but I'm not going to hock everything for a car fix.