From the pasture; The valiant story of my '66 Valiant
Cool weather this weekend, and a surplus of parts in my dining room all pointed towards two things. One, I should probably stop storing parts in my dining room. Except, with no one bitching at me about it, why should I? They compliment my bikes in there real well. Second, it did mean that I should probably get out in the shop. So i did!
Under dark and stormy skies, I decide to revisit the Plymouth for a bit, which means you get a moderately enjoyable post to read.
So when we last spoke, I was awaiting a treasure from the depths of booksypacey, a one year only '66 front bumper. I came home one day a month ago to a large surprise on the porch.
I bought this thing for what I thought was a song (since its not repopped, and having one redone is a fortune) shipped. I was really excited to see it. Once open, its nicer than I expected for the age.
Once it came in, I went ahead and ran out to the shop to pull the old one. Man this things beat in comparison.
You can clearly see where someone in the cars former life drove right into something heavy hard and immobile. It was bent to sh*t.
So that day all I did was disassemble the old bumper. Once off, I disassembled the jigsaw puzzle posing as bumper brackets and carried the brackets home to sand blast off 53 years of rust, dirt, road debris and general funk, then repaint. After a good solid blasting, came some primer, then Rustoleum! Much better!
Mounted up. Thought about doing something to the inside of that bumper, but I probably wont.
Cool weather this weekend, and a surplus of parts in my dining room all pointed towards two things. One, I should probably stop storing parts in my dining room. Except, with no one bitching at me about it, why should I? They compliment my bikes in there real well. Second, it did mean that I should probably get out in the shop. So i did!
Under dark and stormy skies, I decide to revisit the Plymouth for a bit, which means you get a moderately enjoyable post to read.
So when we last spoke, I was awaiting a treasure from the depths of booksypacey, a one year only '66 front bumper. I came home one day a month ago to a large surprise on the porch.
I bought this thing for what I thought was a song (since its not repopped, and having one redone is a fortune) shipped. I was really excited to see it. Once open, its nicer than I expected for the age.
Once it came in, I went ahead and ran out to the shop to pull the old one. Man this things beat in comparison.
You can clearly see where someone in the cars former life drove right into something heavy hard and immobile. It was bent to sh*t.
So that day all I did was disassemble the old bumper. Once off, I disassembled the jigsaw puzzle posing as bumper brackets and carried the brackets home to sand blast off 53 years of rust, dirt, road debris and general funk, then repaint. After a good solid blasting, came some primer, then Rustoleum! Much better!
Mounted up. Thought about doing something to the inside of that bumper, but I probably wont.
