That was the beginning of me becoming an owner of a classic car. I told Jessie that I wanted to be a part of the build and do as much as I possibly could. Remembering my limitations, "I was NOT a mechanic", and after all my heart issues I was not as physically able or strong as I would like to or used to be.
We agreed on a price for the car. Oh I forgot to tell you how I found an engine and transmission for the Falcon. I told Jessie that I would prefer a V6 over a V8 as I had designs on it being my daily driver and wanted to try and be a little gas conscious. I wanted a V6 with fuel injection, and a computer to manage the engine. Knowing that I would be towing the car behind the coach I would be stopping in Arizona and New Mexico a lot and that meant altitude and a carburetta would need constant adjustment... no thanks... hence the computer and fuel injection. Problem solved! Back to where the power train came from. Jessi and I had been looking everywhere for a used or re-built engine with manual tranny but nothing was coming forward... at least nothing that was local or was a decent price... Jessie had what I call a "brain fart" after he had just hung up from a friend who offered him a racing V8 with automatic transmission to which he said no because we needed a manual tranny. On came the brain fart... he said "What am I thinking of... I have a 1993 Ford Ranger with a really good V6 and manual transmission and computer and fuel injection." "Where?" I said... "follow me..." we went outside and there it was tucked in the back row of cars a '93 Ranger with a rusted out roof but perfectly good power train.
That was the beginning of my foray into being a classic car owner and part builder.
Look "ma" no engine!
An empty compartment.
Monday, April 6, 2015 3:53:00 PM
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