| Funeral Director | -- 10-14-2021 @ 10:02 AM |
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Greetings all, I am here purely by happenstance, having been given a very tired 47 Ford Super Deluxe, or better put, what remains of one. There are some decisions to be made and I thought I had better consult some folks who are 'In The Know'... Chiefly, do I keep this car, or pass it on and, IF I keep it, what do I do with this thing? I've a fair amount of automotive experience but none with the flatheads (and wanting to play with a flathead V8 is precisely what got me into this predicament in the first place). The photo shows where the story begins. Cheers, TJ
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| kubes40 | -- 10-14-2021 @ 11:00 AM |
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Pass it on. It's a parts car, albeit a decent appearing one at that. Not worth much as it is and not worth much even if fully restored.... Mike "Kube" Kubarth
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| 37RAGTOPMAN | -- 10-14-2021 @ 11:40 AM |
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hi Funeral Director It looks like a car you could learn with, by taking apart and selling the parts, all depending what the owner wants for it, and you would to have it moved and a place to keep it, buy a turn key car, have a person that knows car, check it out before buying, there are some great deals on this web site, in the CLASSIFIEDS my 2 cents 37Ragtopman Maine
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| Funeral Director | -- 10-14-2021 @ 2:14 PM |
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Well, I've been in the vintage vehicle crowd for some time although my focus has been almost exclusively former military vehicles so I know what it would take to do anything with this. Heck, I just wanted a Ford flathead V8 to tinker with and ended up with the whole car; a happy circumstance because it is presently supporting my front yard Halloween display. After that, I'm not sure where we're going with it. The car cost me nothing except my labor to pull it from its grave so......
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| carcrazy | -- 10-14-2021 @ 2:41 PM |
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The car looks pretty rough but saveable if you are willing to put the money and effort into it. If you got the car for free and you have a place to keep the car while you work on it, go for it. Do you know how long the car has been setting? Do you know if the engine is free (can you rotate the crankshaft by hand)? Once you have determined that the engine is free, you can do all of the things required to bring the car back to life. I would tackle things in the following order: connect a good battery up to see if the engine can be cranked and turned over by the starter motor. Change the oil and filter of the engine. Connect a fresh fuel supply from a remote gas can to the fuel pump inlet. See if you can get the engine to start and run. If the engine is a runner, you can then change the coolant, transmission and rear axle oils. See if the car's hydraulic brakes are working. If they don't work, determine the cause and repair as required. Change all of the fluid in the brake system and bleed all of the brake wheel cylinders. Use DOT 3 brake fluid. Adjust all of the brakes. Drop the fuel tank and take it to a radiator shop to have it cleaned out and checked for leaks. Install all new fuel lines and hoses. Take the radiator to a shop to have if cleaned and repaired as required. Replace the radiator and heater hoses. Take off the front hubs, check the front wheel bearings for wear, repack the bearings and replace the grease seals. Adjust the front wheel bearings. At this point, you should have a driver and you can focus your attention to the rest of the vehicle's needs like tires and other items. This message was edited by carcrazy on 10-14-21 @ 2:44 PM
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| efv8CofAAdmin | -- 10-14-2021 @ 3:49 PM |
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I want to see more of your Halloween display. How about a story for the Club's magazine, the V-8 TIMES? Web Administrator
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| Funeral Director | -- 10-14-2021 @ 4:51 PM |
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A story about the display? ....or about the car recovery? Insofar as the car goes, it's pretty awful and quite frankly, not what I want to spend my time and money on. As you can see, I have presently found a purpose for it in its current condition. There is a thumbnail plan in place for it, however. It was always my intent to salvage the engine from it and the engine is equally awful, having set there, relatively open to the elements, with the heads off, since 1962. I have no misgivings about it. It (the engine) is probably going to be as terrible as they come. Still, the engine is a good candidate as a practical learning experience before delving into the OTHER flathead V8. As Yoda said, "there are always two." ....and maybe three!!! In any case, I am in the beginnings of salvaging the second V8 from a '49 that was 'customized' (and I am using that term VERY loosely) into a ute. Tell me where you would like to begin this story. There are plenty of pictures, believe me! This message was edited by Funeral Director on 10-14-21 @ 4:59 PM
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| Funeral Director | -- 10-14-2021 @ 8:50 PM |
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I've been doing Halloween on a very large scale for many, many years, including one very large Haunted House....and not the warehouse style efforts that are popular nowadays but instead, a real, gothic house of 2nd Empire architecture. This is the first year I've added a car. Most of the ironwork you see in these settings was build by me. Not plastic. STEEL. Anyway, someone asked for some pics, soooo.... Here's the tip of a very large iceberg. Enjoy.
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| Funeral Director | -- 10-15-2021 @ 6:17 AM |
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I think I'll title this next segment, 2021's Little Halloween Horror Story, or When Life Gives You Lemons.... First of all, I've become a bit of a gear head over the years. I happily dabble in anything mechanical that is set before me so, if I stray off topic here, please forgive me. I am also among the unwashed heathens who can appreciate a rat rod with the same joy and vigor as a 100 point restoration. To say I am unfocused is an understatement. The flathead Ford V8 has always been on my bucket list, it being the archetypical street rod motor. It represents so many of the important directions Ford took us in those early years when the automobile industry was gaining speed and traction. Thus, I am equally interested in stand-alone engines (having it actually mounted in an automobile is entirely optional) which brings us to the matter of one particular 47 Ford Super Deluxe. Now, my interests lie primarily in former military vehicles. I have several, including an early production 42 Ford GPW (but not a VERY early production, mind you). Whether I own THEM, or they own ME is a matter for some consideration. It was actually this interest that put me on a collision course with this Super Deluxe. I became involved in the removal of a derelict Dodge M37 truck from a fella's property, chiefly because over the years I have amassed the time and the equipment to get that sort of thing done. The M37 is another story unto itself because it resisted every effort to move it (not to mention that it was surrounded by a small army of other derelict vehicles). So, while I was there, I could not help but notice that tired, awful looking '47 Ford sitting several yards away. It was clear that Mother Nature was busily trying to reclaim it....and it was not out in the open. It HAD been out in the open when parked in '61 or '62. Now, it was in the woods and because I am easily distracted....well, let's just say that I had to look it over during rest periods. The woods provided protection from the hot Texas sun and I was not in there to be a busybody. I was there for the shade. But, to quote Ronald Regan... "Boys will be boys." Now Frank is the fella who owns the place and despite the fact that he is well over 80, he is a fella who doesn't let his age get in the way of things. Frank would occasionally come out to see how we were doing and provide us with some direction on the matter of where to put the other derelict cars. Conversation turned to personal interests and since the 47 had what was left of a flathead V8 (the heads were absent), those engines also became a topic of conversation. Frank set the hook in me almost immediately and offered the car to me (gratis!) along with ANOTHER car; an absolutely ruinous 1949 Custom with the next generation of flathead V8 AND overdrive (WooHOO!) I am 1/2 a Realist and 1/2 a Dreamer. The Realist in me bade me to politely decline being involved with those old Fords in any way, chiefly because were were having a real struggle with the M37, and it was hotter than the surface of the sun and everyone involved was pretty knackered. After all, I was looking at one car that was deep in the woods (which also had been parked there BEFORE there any trees) and another car with pretty substantial tree growing up through it! The last thing I needed was THAT kind of trouble. Well, we finally got that M37 out of there using brute force and absolutely no finesse. It's brakes were completely rust-welded to the drums and friends, M37s have BIG brakes. It was that success that inspired the Dreamer in me to reconsider taking on the job of claiming those old Fords for myself. Yes, there are certainly easier cars from which to harvest a motor but the price was right (actually, Frank had me at 'FREE' because I am a notorious cheapskate) and at my age, one is also looking for interesting experiences and the stories that go with them. Those old Fords checked both boxes. So, Frank and I discussed the matter further and I said, YES, and officially laid claim to them. To be continued...
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| Funeral Director | -- 10-15-2021 @ 6:57 AM |
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Since the M37 had been sitting down in the earth without wheels for many years, it was fully locked up and incapable of rolling. We would have to come up with a method by which the wheels could be restored to motion. Initially, it would be dragged away in the hope that the wheels would eventually break free and begin rolling on their own. This did NOT happen, by the way. Well, the dragging bit did...but the rolling bit, DIDN'T. Enter one of my favorite military vehicles, the M561 Gama Goat. I call her Dirty Gertie. Before we go any further, let's get the old joke out of the way because I know someone is going to bring it up. (Don't spit out your coffee..) Yeah, I'm a man who loves goats. The M561 Gama Goat is a monster. With true six wheel drive, it's a REAL beast and it doesn't take NO for an answer....certainly not from a wretched M37 (which is a monster in its own right because it's so darned heavy). After much preparation, such as getting it up on a set of very petrified wheels and tires (one of which was wholly flat, never to be re-inflated) Gertie dragged the M37 out of the ground and over to another part of the property. The M37 fought back with great vigor but as I said, Gertie is a beast and she got the job done very handily. I love my goat. She's a pip! But, we had to get those wheels rolling in order to get that M37 up and onto a trailer. I have winches that are quite capable of getting it up there whether the wheels are turning or not. The fellow who was to be the recipient of the M37 would need the mobility that only rolling wheels can provide. So, I came up with a plan that would make Archimedes proud. I'll let the pictures do most of the talking but in short, one of the chains is anchored to a pickup truck that has been made immobile with wheels fully chocked, etc. The other chain is the pulling chain which is hooked up to (you guessed it) Dirty Gerty. Gertie only had to lean into it and each of those wheels broke free of their rust bonds and reluctantly began rolling. What has any of this to do with the Fords? Well, you might have noticed that part of the '47 is parked BELOW ground. Yup, when the time came, we had exactly the same trouble with the '47 as we did with the M37 (except the '47 actually came with wheels whereas the M37 did not). And so, with the M37 out of the way (and actually rolling) we were able to turn our attention the the removal of the Super Deluxe... Stay tuned! Cheers, TJ This message was edited by Funeral Director on 10-16-21 @ 8:49 AM
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| zeke3 | -- 10-15-2021 @ 8:04 AM |
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I love your Halloween decorations and the stories of your rescue operations. Thanks,
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| Funeral Director | -- 10-15-2021 @ 8:17 AM |
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My pleasure, Zeke!
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| Funeral Director | -- 10-15-2021 @ 9:31 AM |
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By now, most of you know that the timing on the matter of the '47 was fortuitous because IF were we successful in getting it out and, IF a few other necessary things fell into place I would have something to add to the annual Halloween display. After which time, I would have an engine to play with without any guilt whatsoever if it turned out to be a klinker. Besides, one can appreciate a car even if it's not a runner. The same applies to engines. If the engine is junk, there's no reason why it can't be tidied up and made presentable. Who doesn't love the aesthetic of a flathead Ford V8? So, here we are, with all this potential goodness, firmly pinned to the ground by a tree, and as it turned out, a few OTHER surprises as well. This sort of endeavor begins with sizing things up. We would require shovels, picks, rakes, certainly a chain saw and a variety of jacks. Hi-Lift jacks, bottle jacks, low-profile floor jacks were all used, along with any number of large wood blocks which were employed to keep things up in the air. By the way, if you happen to have a motorsports business in your area; one that sells things like CanAms and such, those often arrive at the dealership with large center cut wood blocks as part of their dunnage. The dealership in my area can't wait to be rid of those and I'm always happy to take a few as they are a very necessary part of the hobby. Our number one effort would be to preserve the wretchedness of the car. I know that sounds crazy but that was really all the car had going for it at the moment. Our plan of attack was to cut the tree (obviously), jack the car up somewhat, dig out the wheels, remove them and put wheels on the car; wheels I pilfered from one of my rollers, then pull it out. But first we had to get into the car because things like dealing with the possibly the car might still be in gear and having access to the steering DO make the already difficult job of removal far easier. Naturally, it was all locked up....or so it seemed. The hang up turned out to be rust upon rust and that required using both the inner and outer handles simultaneously to get them unlatched. Of course, at this point I didn't know that. So, assuming the doors were actually locked, I did what any good former cop would do and made an effort to get in the traditional way....through a vent window. All the rubber in the window moldings and door seals had long since turned to plastic so I chipped some away in order to make an effort to unlatch the vent. During a rest period I realized that it had not occurred to me to look in the trunk. The trunk latch would not turn but the lid came up with just a little resistance. The final remnants of rust gave way and....Oh look! A room with a view....of the ground!...AND the interior of the car because all the material on the back seat was g-o-n-e, GONE. What WAS there in the trunk was a rather good looking spare (no longer roadable but a rather lovely display piece) and the heads for the engine! So, with a big grin on my face for having located the heads, I temporarily abandoned my efforts at the vent window. With a longish steel rod with a ring at one end, I was able to run it through the springs of the seat back and manipulate one of the window crank handles and get a window rolled down just enough to be able to work two poles across the breadth of the car and manipulate a vent window catch open. From there, it was all downhill. I got another window opened fully and then got the doors open, one by one. This was not my first rodeo. There are two takeaways from this. The first thing was something I already knew and that is, vehicles in this condition can and WILL fight you. The best way to fight back and achieve your goals is to look for weaknesses and exploit them. Sometimes it's better to let the car guide your efforts rather than stubbornly follow your own plan. Fellas, there is almost always more than one way to skin a cat. I would not have been further ahead to pursue my original plan of getting into the car through the vent window. The second thing is to examine not only the top and sides of the car, but also the UNDERSIDE. Had I seen the condition of the trunk floor I would have been in the car far earlier. Since the door panels were toast, it was easy to access the workings of the door catches and with generous doses of PB Blaster I worked the latches (and hinges) until they moved freely. I deal with a great many rusted things and penetrants are an absolute necessity. These small victories keep a project moving forward. Rome wasn't built in a day and the car had been sitting there for 60 years. If I didn't succeed one day, I would return and succeed the next. Here's the set up for what comes next. The ground in the area where the car had been parked was rather loose which made the digging easy. It was a combination of detritus from the trees and silt from the run-off from our occasional heavy rains. What we found was, the ground was actually higher around the wheels than elsewhere on the car as they tended to captured the stuff being sluiced through that area. So we dug around the front bumper and the base of the tree. I have a bad back (from too many years of wearing body armor and battle-rattle) and the business of cutting that tree off at the base was no picnic. In fact, it was so difficult that I would cut for about a minute, then rest and I did that over and over again. Let me tell you....that tree was as hard as woodpecker lips. There was no quarter given by either of us. I just attacked, attacked and attacked until the cuttin' was done. Which reminds me, I need to send a Thank You note to the folks who make Ibuprofin. This business of freeing up the car was accomplished over a period of a week. What with time and tide, my days of working until I fall over in a bloody heap are over and it's not my age, fellas. It's the mileage! We used the Hi-Lift jacks to lift the front of the car...the idea being that this would also lift the front wheels somewhat. All it really did was allow us a little better view of the ground below the car. This view was very promising because what we found was a great many dry, grey, feathery leaves which suggests a rather dry environment, as opposed to flat, black and rotting leaves which would mean a lot of moisture under the car. That left me feeling very optimistic. We jammed the floor jack under the front axle and tried to lift the wheels out of the earth (I hate digging) and one side came up, the other did not. What th..? Hang in there. More to come! Cheers, TJ This message was edited by Funeral Director on 10-16-21 @ 8:57 AM
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| Funeral Director | -- 10-15-2021 @ 2:02 PM |
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So, there we were, at 10,000' AGL with only one parachute between the two of us..... Oh wait! Sorry...that's another story.... So, there we were with the right wheel refusing to come up out of the ground. Well, there were hundreds of little viney, rooty things entangled in the front suspension...none of it of enough consequence to really hang things up THAT much. So we (meaning, I) dug some more and uncovered a root as big around as a man's...um...thumb that had grown through one of the narrow gaps in the steel wheel. My buddy Bill took the easy side, the lucky sod! Digging out around the outside of a wheel wasn't so bad. It was INSIDE the wheel that was the real bugaboo. The car was jacked up and blocked up so there was no real danger but it was a very close, very tight space to have to work in. Having to do it over again, I would have gotten my reciprocating saw and made a slice right down into the dirt and call it a win but at that point my muses had fled the scene altogether and I was left to my own devices, armed only with stubbornness (and a shovel) to get me through. Once that root was finally cut, lifting the front of the car became a simple mathematical equation and off came the old wheels and on went the roller wheels. I will admit, they do look highly questionable but every one of them has a tube inside and that, making them round and capable of holding air, is really the only point of roller wheels. We were able to jack the car up high enough that it paid to pack the dirt back in below the tires before setting it back down now much higher and happier. The process was repeated on the rear end in far less time, we being wiser about what to expect from early buggy-style suspensions with transverse leaf springs and our also being...root-less. (Is that a word?) Suddenly we had a car that was ON the ground, rather than IN it. By this time, the car had fought us harder than the M37 ever did if you take into account all the cutting and digging. Would it roll? Could we squeak it out from between the trees? After hooking up tow-chains, cables and a sheave in order to guide the car out of the tree corral to a place of safety, Dirty Gertie got involved once again and with her motivating the poor, sad thing it moved. It ACTUALLY moved! Yes, for the first time in SIXTY YEARS, the '47 Ford Super Deluxe made its way out of the woods and into the bright Texas sunlight....dragging its dirty little feet all the way. Finally, it was out of what would otherwise have been its grave. The wheels would not roll, or break free and roll and it was at this point, the car got its name. NAILS. As in, 'as tough as nails'....because the car certainly wasn't cutting us a single break. Plus, Nails is a heckuva lot easier than saying Forty Seven Ford Super Deluxe which is a mouthful in any language. Wheels that don't turn just aren't practical. You guessed it. More to come! Cheers, TJ This message was edited by Funeral Director on 10-16-21 @ 12:16 AM
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| Funeral Director | -- 10-15-2021 @ 2:14 PM |
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Suddenly, there was a hole in the forest where a car should have been! I know! WEIRD, huh?
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| Funeral Director | -- 10-15-2021 @ 4:20 PM |
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With Nails being moved around to the casualty collection point, things were beginning to look a little crowded. It was time to get the M37 (which is a '51 Dodge) off to it's new owner. Out with the old and in with the.... older? The M37 is destined to be parted out and those parts will support a street rod build. A M37 street rod? Well, your imagination is probably as good as mine. This is a crazy place where anything is possible and all of it is GOOD and the quality of the work is top notch. When we arrived, this 'sweet thang' was in the parking lot waiting for some small bit of work to be done. What could it possibly need?! According to the shop, very little of this 1950 Ford is not customized in some way. Cheers, TJ
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| Funeral Director | -- 10-15-2021 @ 5:23 PM |
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Meanwhile, back at the ranch... Nails hadn't magically renewed herself in any way, shape, or form. No matter how long I've been doing this and no matter how much experience I have had doing this I simply cannot return to a project like this and not expect that somehow, SOME WAY, something will be different when I return... Never happens. Nope. So when we came back to it, we were armed to the teeth with my latest genius invention which is based upon a badly damaged Ford bolt pattern rim, size 2X, WIDE. The chief difference in the freeing-the-wheels process between Nails and the M37 is that Nails has those ridiculous, in-your-face, cartoon-balloon fenders which almost preclude any notion of breaking the drums free of the brakes using my earlier method. Almost. With a 2" x 2" section of square steel tubing welded across the breadth of the wheel, we now had a pocket into which a long section of heavy gauge pipe could be inserted. If you study the picture you will see that the rim is badly bent in on one side. Why that is 'good' in this case is, anything placed in the square tubing extends outward at an angle, providing clearance for the fenders which is doubly important up front where any leverage applied makes the steering want to go hard over to one side or the other. I postulated that two fat guys applying their weight to the end of said longish pipe would, thereby, be exerting enough force that the rust bond would surely be broken and all would be well once again. I am told Archimedes said something about having a lever and moving the world. So far as I know, he did NOT say one single thing about the quality of the lever. Ours just bent. Que the long, sad trombone! Womp-Womp-Womp-Wommmmmmmp. I can tell you this. I commented upon the quality of OUR lever. I surely did....and it is not repeatable here. But, in the plus column, we already had proof of concept, having achieved good results with the M37, albeit in a vastly overpowering fashion, while hooked to big Budd rims that are nearly indestructible. And, we had my lovely new wheel tool thingy. The fact is, we just didn't know how to use it yet. So, we pulled the darned thing off and ran back over to my place for Plan B and I fabricated a new method of putting horsepower, rather than manpower, to the wheel. I used the same pipe but far shorter, with a cast off shackle from the M37 welded to the end. This would be inserted into one end of the square tubing. Since the pipe was obviously willing to bend if it was working alone, I took a long section of jack hammer bit, welded on another shackle and inserted it into the other end of the square tubing and into the pipe. Now, we had a really serious piece of metal in there which, if it did not work out, could be removed for Plan C....whatever that might be. For just a moment, consider all the work we are doing for this cr*ppy old car. Now imagine what I would be willing to do for something that was actually worthwhile! The following day, we returned to Nails with New-&-Improved in hand. This time I had done my homework. Courtesy of the internet, I figured how to bring the toe adjusters for the brakes up and into a neutral position. The heel adjusters had been underground and under water for 60 years and I didn't bother with them. We hooked the trucks up with chains. One truck to anchor and the other to pull. I had a feeling Gertie might murder this old car, so I left her at home. Annnnnd, the first pull bent the pipe again. Well, isn't that wonderful! But that's not what I REALLY said. So, we bailed out, went back to my place and cut that black pipe down to REAL short. Now there was nothing really sticking out of the square tubing TO bend. We returned and bolted everything back up and gave her a B---h Slap. Nothing. What th....! Now, I suppose some of you know what a B---h Slap is....and THAT wasn't working. So we gave it a FLYING B---h Slap because if Nails wasn't going to behave like a lady, we sure weren't going to treat her like one. BINGO! The wheel turned. We removed the pullers and inserted another long pipe and this time, two fat guys DID move it. We worked it back and forth and it became clear that the lower half of the drum was where the real problem was (not surprising since it was below ground) whereas the upper half was pretty clear. We repeated the process on all four wheels and one FLYING B---h Slap after another got it done. I must admit, I really hadn't envisioned us getting this far. NOW what do we do? Stay tuned! Cheers, TJ This message was edited by Funeral Director on 10-16-21 @ 9:07 AM
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| Funeral Director | -- 10-15-2021 @ 6:14 PM |
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Frank, had been monitoring our progress. He is a mechanical engineer and I'm pretty sure he had at least some appreciation for what we had been up against. On the other hand, old cars have been part of my life for many many years and between all those oldies, the four years I spent in Afghanistan and the seven county fairs I have been to, there isn't much I haven't seen. So, when Frank saw us pulling Nails in circles around his house by means of a chain, WITH ALL FOUR WHEELS ROLLING, he came off the porch to enjoy our victory laps. We rolled past Frank three times because as they say, THREE is the charm. There was also purpose behind this because whoever happened to be behind the wheel at the moment would be listening for strange, dangerous noises...like screeching metal on metal or the rumble of unhealthy wheel bearings. But, aside from the grinding of rust nodules being relentlessly reduced to dust in the brake drums, there was nothing to indicate trouble. In fact, when we finally stopped in front of Frank, Nails actually rolled backwards until the chain was taught which was a VERY good sign, if I do say so myself. Sharing in our victory, Frank grinned from ear to ear. "Frank", I said, "I think we're going to go get my tow dolly. I'm feelin' lucky." After loading up Nails, Frank sauntered over and told me he had something for me in the house. When he returned, he handed me the ancient Texas title for Nails with several registration receipts attached to it. WOW. I had not seen that coming. THANK YOU, Frank! Nails was officially mine...every little rusty, nasty, awful bit of her. We towed her over to a local restaurant for a victory dinner and parked out front in a place of honor; a horrible-looking car with an actual tree growing out of the front bumper. Certainly NOT something one sees every day. Absolutely filthy, we walked in like a couple of war-weary Spartans, washed up and ordered dinner like we owned the place. Victory dinners are not only mandatory, they are exceptionally sweet. And with just enough daylight left over, we brought Nails to her new home. Kindest regards, TJ This message was edited by Funeral Director on 10-15-21 @ 6:18 PM
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| efv8CofAAdmin | -- 10-16-2021 @ 7:10 AM |
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You really tell a great story. Thank you for sharing -- it made me feel like I was there watching you. Web Administrator
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| Funeral Director | -- 10-16-2021 @ 9:13 AM |
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Now I'm wondering if any of you are going to want to see the process of recovering the '49 ute. It's going to be brutal (lots of cutting tools will be involved) and photo-worthy, I assure you.... Cheers, TJ This message was edited by Funeral Director on 10-16-21 @ 9:15 AM
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| v8teditor | -- 10-22-2021 @ 2:26 PM |
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TJ Please contact me. I want to see if I can make an article for the V8 TIMES from your pictures and comments Jerry Windle V-8 TIMES Editor Emeritus v8times@cox.net
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