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Tuesday, October 09, 2007

The West Michigan Fall Color Tour


Glen Haven
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.


We left LATE Thursday night (totally my fault as I'd once again bit off more than I could chew!) after trying to do WAY too much to my Spider before we left. We got checked into our hotel in Milwaukee about 2am...just in time to be up at 5:30am to catch the 7am Ferry to Muskegon, Michigan.

A smooth 2.5 hours later, we got off the ferry in Muskegon, and drove to the intersection of M-37 & M-82 near Newago, to meet up with two other cars at the High Rollway State Park. Mike & Missy Bouse were in their white '78 show-car, and Tom & Cindy Walters were in his gold X. We had lunch at the Red Anchor Restaurant, and enjoyed the time chatting & catching up. From there, we drove up M-37 all the way to Traverse city - 3 hours to go 137 miles on a lovely old "blue-line" highway!

We then took M-22 up to Peshawbestown, arriving at The Lodge about 5pm. Everyone checked in, and about 6pm Al & his wife Maureen showed up in his pretty red '82 Spider. We all went down to Sutton's Bay to Boone's Pub for dinner, and predictably, the conversation kept coming back to all things Fiat!

Saturday morning we headed back down to Sutton's bay for breakfast and a morning of shopping. A few hours later we hit the road for the Leelanau State Park just north of Northport. The historic lighthouse was very pretty, and on the rocky beach we found a cool old rock-totem.

Which Missy knocked down..."accidentally"...which of course we all had to make fun of! (I named her "Princess Falling Rock")

We then went down M-22 a bit further and stopped for lunch at Fischer's "Happy Hour" Tavern, a neat little road-side place where supposedly the owner was a former Fiat owner. Sadly, he was not there, but the lunch was good anyway.

From there, we drove onto Historic Fishtown in Leeland. Much shopping was done, ice cream was had, and after a brief, sweaty hour, we all needed to hit the road again for some breeze! Apparently the old buildings there are historically correct and have no air conditioning!

Tom & Linda headed off to a winery, while Mike & missy went back to the lodge to meet two incoming couples. Bob Reigel & his wife Laura in a Subaru (his Spider is in intensive surgery at Jon Logan's shop in Ohio), and John Alberts & his wife Rachel in their nice red '78 Spider named "Folly".

Gretchen and I opted for an around-the-penninsula tour that took us from Leeland, through Port Onedia, to the old cannery at Glen Haven, through Sleeping Bear Dunes National Park & it's scenic drive (where the Fiat startled a VERY LARGE DEER than nearly ran us down!), continuing down to Empire where we enjoyed their beach & lighthouse. We then hopped onto M-72 across to Traverse city - a lovely drive through the middle! We made it back to The Lodge and had dinner with the entire group at the Casino's Buffet.

Sunday we hit the road at 10am, up North through Northport, then down the west side of the peninsula through Glen Haven, the Sleeping Bear sand dune park (where Bob split off), through Empire (where Al split off), down through Frankfort (where John broke-off) and the last three of us had lunch at the A & W. Mike & Missy went their way afterwards, and we followed Tom and Linda for a bit before we were back on our way to Muskegon where we caught the 5pm ferry.

The sun set while we were on the water, and it was pretty darn cool when we off-loaded from the ferry, so we drove with the top up until Beloit, where we had some French fries, put the top down, and cruised leisurely the last hour home.

We got back to my house about 10pm. A little over 800 miles in an antique Fiat! She performed without a hitch, and I couldn't have been happier!

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Check Writing


The Pair
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.



The '83 "Blue Bomber" is at Giovanni's shop getting a rebuilt trans, oil pan, oil pickup, front end bushings, center bearing, u-joints, new distributor oil seals, full tune up, and a re-working of the heat / vent and window crank systems. I have two replacement "turbo" style rims coming in from Ohio, and Firestone-Bob is getting me some nice tires at an excellent price.

Most of this I was planning on doing a bit at a time over the course of the winter...but when my trans blew & left me stranded, it was time to admit I'd left a few things too long. This way it'll be in GREAT shape for the Oct 6th Leelanua Penninsula drive w/ WM-FLU. Thinking about taking the Milwaukee ferry over next Thursday night, maybe Friday morning. And the next weekend, there is the Milwaukee area cruise with Chi-FLU! It'll be nice to enjoy the end of driving season, just in time to button her up for the winter...

The '69 "Red Barron" got driven to work today. Monday night and last night I was using the new tap and bolts (Thanks Steve!), and an apparently INCOMPLETE description in BOTH the Haynes manual AND the shop manual as I tried to compress the piston into the caliper to attempt re-construction. What a pink-pickled-pucker of a job! It's a damn 3-dimensional jigsaw puzzle! Trying to re-assemble all the pieces, while keeping them where they need to be, getting stuff aligned...WOW...

From this point forward in my life, I consider money spent at a good brake shop WELL SPENT!

But - I got it done! Now I know enough to appreciate the job, and be able to speak fluently to those doing the job themselves.

The Red Baron still needs a good bit of work before I'll trust it on longer drives. I'm swapping the coil & dist for the electronic ignition I got from John Logan's infamous '83 Lancia Zagato. It'll be nice to get rid of those points, condensers, and the old style coil with the ballast!

The carb still needs tweaking, and it's got an awful exhaust leak - admitting I'm immature here - IT SOUNDS AWESOME! Not sure what's up with the coolant system, but when the car is warm, the higher level of coolant in the overflow bottle looks like a blended smoothie. Guess I'll flush the system, & see how it looks at that point. The electrical systems needs a bit of TLC - I think cleaning the fuse contacts & pinching them for better connectivity will solve 90% of the little things. Then I can worry about replacing the carpet, new map pockets, a replacement dash, and upgrading the dash-wood.

It never ends, does it? It's FUN, though! It's AMAZING how different these two Spiders are...BOTH are a scream to drive, but very, very different.

Learning To Curse In Italian


Bookends
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.



Monday the 24th, I had ROTTEN luck both Spiders...

The '69 "Red Barron" with the so-called minor brake issue continued to perplex me to the point of creative cursing.

And tool-throwing.

I got the replacement brake bracket, and even some brand new bolts (custom made thanks to STEVE!) - and I THOUGHT I was home free...

However, the Gods Of Fiat Repair had not been adequately appeased.

I could not for the love of FETTUCHINI ALFREDO, figure out how you push the piston back in the dang caliper???

More tools were thrown.

So...after 3 hours of heat, humidity, sweat, and horrid mosquito-feasting, I decided to go for a drive in the '83 "Blue Bomber" to relieve the tension...

...and that transmission I've been limping through the summer with...PLANNING on replacing it this winter...

...well...BLAMMO!

That transmission is now in FIAT heaven, and I found out that my collector-car insurance DOES in fact cover towing...(Thank you, Haggerty!)...they just don't promise how FAST it'll get there! Especially when one is in the middle of nowehere...and I thought Cooter in his Tow Truck was going to exclaim "Gee Whiz, I always wanted an excuse to buy me a METRIC set of tools!", but he was actually very nice, and he couldn't have been more careful when loading my Spider.

Giovanni stayed late at his shop to meet me, and I thought he was going to offer me a kleenex when I saw the price, but he was actually very well priced. Of course, he just HAPPENED to have a freshly rebuilt transmission laying around...

Friday, August 31, 2007

314 Days, and counting...


740 Miles
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.

From Mike:

"Here is the game plan at this point.
 
Anyone that wants to tag along for part or all of the journey, I am organizing a cruise leaving Coldwater, Michigan on Thursday morning…departing at 8 a.m.  We will leisurely drive two lane roads to somewhere near Erie Pennsylvania and stop for the night around 5 p.m.  Note, that leaves a lotta time for goofing around on the way, or once we get there; the group will get to decide that before we depart.
 
Friday morning we will pack up and leave by 8 a.m. for the POCONO resort, yet to be named.  We can, as the group decides take our time getting there, or rush there and have lots of time Friday afternoon with the accumulating folk from around the globe.  Again, Friday’s trip will be exclusively two lane roads.
 
I am designating myself as route creator.  I will eventually choose the midway stopping point.  Other than the 8 a.m. departure times, and the maps prepared and handed out, everyone is on their own for costs, adherence to the schedule (or not).  If you see something you wanna do, feel free to do so, with or without the group.
 
If I work things out correctly, we will probably pick up a sports car club somewhere after 9 a.m. Friday.  And, about 10 a.m. we will start to see other FLUsters join our ranks, as there is a huge contingency of FLU folk living in Pennsylvania.
 
I will widely publicize our route, and plans beginning in February ’08, for maximum participation.
 
HAPPY MOTORING !!"

Mike Bouse
Secretary/Treasurer
WEST MICHIGAN FLU
a Chapter of Fiat Lancia Unlimited

http://flumichigan.italiancarclub.com/

Fiat Freak Out - 2008


Pocono Manor
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.


Woo-Hoo!

The date and location have been chosen!

Pocono Manor - July 11th - 13th, 2008

MARK YOUR CALENDARS!

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Oh, By the way....


Mutual Support
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.

You mean I didn't say anything?


Yeah...well...you know....

Most people who own an old Fiat Spider are a bit nuts.

Crazy. Bats in the bell tower...

Two months ago I bought the FOURTH (4th) Spider I've ever owned. Sadly, my 3rd one subcummed to bone cancer, and is now an organ donor. When I'd tell people it was my 4th Spider, they'd pause, and then ask for clarification "You mean you owned FOUR, but not ALL AT ONE TIME, right?"

Well, no, of course not. What sort of FOOL would own more than one Fiat Spider at a time?

Hello, my name is Lee Putman, and I just bought my FIFTH (5th) Spider, and I now have TWO (2) ...

AT THE SAME TIME.

Yes, internet, you may now loose your mind. I'm a crazy-man, and it you cannot understand why I'd do such an insane thing, it makes no sense.

...until you climb in and go for a ride...

Part Two


Token Shot at the GCN
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.

(Saturday Evening - 11pm-ish)

...things are re-installed on the car...

...feel ready to try it out...

...the hell with sleepy neighbors...

So, with the turn of the key, the car burps, coughs, spits, and dies.

On the second try, a spume of air/gas mixture pops straight up out of carb.

My assistant holding the fire extinguisher becomes visibly more nervous.

"Is it...supposed...to do that", she asks in a tone of voice clearly conveying SHE DOESN'T THINK SO.

The only thing I can think of to adjust is the mixture screw. I'd set it where I'd "heard" you should try it - 2.5 turns backed out after fully seating.

I turned it one more full turn in.

No change.

Another full turn.

Pop...stutter...chugga, chugga...

She runs!

At idle she's a bit rough...which at first concerned me, until I remembered the Previous Owner talking about the "radical cam" in the car.

Apply just a tad of gas...VROOOOM!

The car sounds GREAT. Of course, it has an exhaust leak and sounds WIDE OPEN, making it sound like an old 60's rally racer...but it makes me smile.

Immature? Yes!

Must...

Drive...

Car...

It's dark outside, overcast, nearly midnight, and the car is still largely unknown to me. I toss a few tools in the car, and attempt to figure out the lights.

There are two light switches: one three position switch on the dash, and a three position lever on the steering column. Apparently, the older models "should" have had a two position switch on the dash - "on" and "off" - using the "stalk" lever on the column to switch between "parking" (up), "driving" (middle), and "brights" (lower).

Now, first of all, who would think to LOWER a switch for HIGH beams?

After fiddling, I realize that dash switch is from a "later" model designed to be up "off", middle "parking", lower "driving".

The two switches would contradict each other - if the stalk is in the "up" position, the dash switch all the way down will NOT engage the lights!

So, with the lights figured out, we tear off down the road...and I mean TEAR! This car SOUNDS like it's ripping the road - the tuned exhaust is LOUD, and the "note" changes dramatically with the higher RPM's. This car is MUCH happier in the higher RPM's than my blue Spider. Blue Spider coughs above 4k...Red Spider SCREAMS with happiness!

SCREAMS....!

With the rain chasing us, we return home about an hour later. I can't wipe the smile off my face. This car...Man, it's...GREAT!

Sure, the interior is a bit rough, and the brakes rub, and the tires are bit questionable...but for a paltry 2k...this car is a RUNNER!

Sure it's 38 years old...BUT IT'S AWESOME!

Wheeeee!

Part One


Work Begins
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.

It's late Saturday evening, and it's been a cold, dreary, wet August day. Awful fro driving convertibles, great for wrenching on them.

I'm loosening a complicated bit of something I can't quite see, and it's jabbing me painfully in the wrist, and suddenly a bit of it flings off with slight metallic pings as it bounces throughout the engine compartment. It immediately goes through my brain that it's a clip on the accelerator linkage, a part painfully difficult to locate, practically on back-order since the car was made - as it's machined from unobtainium by a blind craftsman in the old country whose family holds the exclusive rights to that particular design of clip which no other automotive manufacturer has ever had the madness to use.

My EYEBALL would be easier to replace...Hmmm...where ARE the safety goggles...?

Nevertheless, I get the linkage disconnected, and actually figure out how to remove the entire carburetor. (By the way, at least one of the four retaining nuts CLEARLY cannot be removed without disassembling the entire engine) To the horror of women everywhere, I take the carburetor, walk inside, and sit at the dining room table.

I spread out newspaper, and paying VERY CLOSE ATTENTION, I slowly disassemble the complicated bit of machinery. Unlike the last time I did this (circa 1987), I now have to wear glasses. The bit of paper with the exploded mechanical view is sometimes more clearly understood when viewed upside down, yet this does not seem to instill confidence in my audience. Once down into the guts, and after I've spilled a bit of gasoline onto my rag, the carb is split in two halves, and the brass jets are exposed. These need to be swapped with other jets, kindly sent to me by the same parts guy who copied the instructions for me. He'd a assured me the swap was "no big deal", yet now the car was dysfunctional, with it's vital bits disassembled into a thousand parts on the dining room table. It reminds me of a scene from an old 80's movie where the mechanic gleefully exclaims "I always wanted an excuse to buy me a METRIC set of tools!".

However, the little brass jets unscrew just fine, and the replacements are marked clearly, even if it does take a jeweler's eyepiece to see the markings.

I get the whole thing back together, and the method to my madness pays off. As I took the thing apart, I carefully laid out the bits one-by-one - taking up a good bit of the real estate on the table. Re-assembly is then just the opposite, and I have a map to follow. I also now know which two screws are the main adjustments.

This is a BIG development.

An hour later it's back in the car, all assembled. It's 11pm. Do I wait for daylight to fire it up and check?

Hell No!

I hand the fire extinguisher to my startled assistant who clearly now has more reservations than she did a short moment ago. I dash around with excitement, clearing tools, prepping like a mad crew chief in an island revetment who's ready to yell "CONTACT" and pull the prop of his newly repaired fighter plane.

Insert key...

Pull choke...

Tap gas pedal twice...

Turn key...

(To Be Continued....)

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Thank You, Tim Beeble


Tim Beeble's '74 Spider
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.


I believe I mentioned in a previous post about my trip to The Pocono's in the late 90's, and how after seeing all the Fiat Spiders there, I was inspired to go find my '74, and become a Fiat owner after too long an absence.

That happened because of this guy here - Tim Beeble. I never knew his name until I met him at Fiat Freak Out '07.

Here is what happened...

The summer of '98 I got a job at an Ad Agency as a rookie Mac Support guy. Gary Cecil was the senior Mac Support guy, and he and I ended up becoming friends. When I found out he had a Motto Guzzi motorcycle, I told him I'd owned various Fiat and Alfa Spiders in the past. He suggested I tag along to the Italian Concourse d'Elegance.

Of course, I made a beeline for the Fiats. Yeah, sure there were a few X - 1/9's, and I'm sure an odd 500 or two. But the Spiders are what I remember. One guy had a VERY pretty metallic smoke grey Spider. It had a fantastic clear-coating job done on the aluminum head and cam covers, but the guy I will always remember showed up with just his front bumper.

Seriously.

Most of the Fiat people there seemed to know him, and had a fun time ribbing him, but the thing was – I totally understood. I realized these were my people. They were crazy just like me!

I got to talking to this guy about his car, and he extolled the virtues of the ‘74. He explained that it was The One Spider that was far and above the best model Fiat Spider EVER produced. Not that he was biased or anything...but the crux of the matter made sense. He explained the ‘74 was the last year with the old-style bumpers, yet it was the first year of the bigger engine. In ‘75, Fiat knew they’d be held to different emissions and safety standards, so the new, larger engine was brought out in ‘74 - but it didn’t yet have the whole gamut of emissions equipment holding it back.

It took me a year to find my ‘74. I never remembered the guy’s name, and I was SO proud of finding my own ‘74, I’d always wanted to show it off. I never even made it to any Fiat events. Then, earlier this year, my beloved ‘74 was declared structurally unsafe, and I was heartbroken.

All too quickly I jumped at an ‘83 Spider, and I made it to this year’s Freak Out by the skin of my teeth. I had a fantastic time. At the afternoon car show I was wandering around, and as I like the older models, I spent a good bit of time back in that section remembering my old ‘74 & ‘72 Spiders.

Then I see this nearly immaculate ‘74. The owner looks somewhat vaguely familiar to me, but I can’t place him within my mental Rolodex. Then I hear him telling someone how the ‘74 Fiat Spider was The Best Year Ever...

Lightening bolts went off in my head.

This was the guy!

In a torrent of babbling I told him about meeting him when he brought just his bumper to the Pocono’s, and he leaned back and laughed, and called out to another owner who’d been there, and would remember that.

THAT guy turned out to be John Montgomery, the cool guy who’d followed me on the previous day’s cruise, and was no less than THE PRESIDENT of the damn club!

What a small world.

It only took me 9 years to figure out who he was...but I shook Tim Beeble’s hand, and thanked him for inspiring me to get back into the world of Fiats.

What a great group of people, and I can’t even express how glad I am to be back amongst them.

They’re crazy just like me!

Call me "Jefe"


Chicagoland FLU
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.


While I was at Fiat Freak Out '07, one of many people I got to meet was John Montgomery, the President of Fiat - Lancia Unlimited (FLU). He encouraged my enthusiasim for a Chicago Fiat club, and gave me some great ideas and insight.

Which of course, I took full advantage of.

Earlier this week, he gave me the offical word that I have been granted "Chapter Forming" status.

Check it out:
http://italiancar.meetup.com/46/

I started the MeetUp site to attract non-FLU members, as I "know" there are a TON of Fiat owners in the Chicago area who never signed up with a club that didn't even have a local area chapter. I also got lists of active and expired FLU memberships for the extended area.

Emails went out. Replies were recieved. The MeetUp site was tweaked. More emails went out.

Our first "meet & greet" BBQ was scheduled.

...and we have 15 RSVP's - about 12 people and 7 Fiats scheduled to get together.

...and that's just our FIRST event!

Monday, August 06, 2007

So...that next project? MY FAT ASS.


The New Breakfast Plan
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.


Project: "Lee's Fat Ass" begins today.

Or I should say - it resumes.

Version 304 of the plan.

Things have to be adjusted from time to time, you know...and I've been wrestling with this issue for well over a decade. I have been achieving some minor successes for about 4 years now. Much like minor skirmishes won in wartime, I have gained little ground, but these small victories are good for troop morale.

Keep up the good fight, and so forth.

My current plan focuses more on "The Process". Firstly, I place Peapod and Dinner By Design orders well ahead of time, so that I always have supplies on-hand, and need not fight the unwashed masses at the local grocery emporium. After all, if I have stuff ready to cook - that is damn near easier than calling my friends at Dominoes - and THAT is where this battle is fought every day.

Secondly, begining Sunday night, I prep for the following day. The gym bag gets prepped and loaded in the car. Breakfast is assembled, the shake made, and lunchbox is placed in fridge. Next day's Dinner By Design meal is chosen from the freezer, and also placed in the fridge.

It works like this:

I get up, shower and dress for work, grab lunch box, head to office. While checking new emails and sipping first cup of coffee, I have my breakfast from the lunchbox.

Cereal - 200
Milk - 130
OJ Smoothie - 300
V-8 - 30
Bagel - 230

Breakfast Total - 890 calories. I know I have way too many calories in the OJ smoothie - but it's GOOD, and the vitamins are good for me too. Something to tweak later.

Lunch is with friends. I try as much as possible to eliminate eating alone, and the social time is good for me. At this point, I strive only to have a "reasonable" lunch - more like a soup and sandwich combo, less like burger and fries. No fast food. Easily tweakable in the future.

Mid Afternoon - 4pm-ish

The Shake - 2 cups of skim milk, 2 scoops chocolate protien mix, 1 cup frozen berries, 1 packet oatmeal - blended into yummy goodness. I dropped the protien mix to 2 scoops from 4 to help reduce the total calories, and have added the berries permanently for thier OUTSTANDING antioxidant qualities. Also convinced the oatmeal helps the blood counts.

About 5pm I leave work, and since the gym bag is already in the car, and I feel good for having thusly followed an all too easy plan - I actually go to the gym. The trick, with me, is to just get my fat butt in the door. Once there I really don't mind it so much. of course, it helps if there are chickies to look at, but we each find our own motivation. The shake provides fuel for the workout, and keeps me from turning into Starvin' Marvin.

Leave gym, come home, pop my Dinner By Design meal into the oven. While waiting on it to cook, I re-load the gym bag, and immediately put it back in the car. I pack breakfast, and make the next day's shake. Load the lunchbox, place in fridge for next day.

Eat dinner.

Sleep...

Get up...

Rinse and repeat as needed.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Wrapping up loose ends


I really don't feel a thing....(sniff)
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.


The Post FFO Blues

It was really weird to go home last night after work, and not rush off to the garage to madly wrench on things.

A friend asked me what projects I was looking at now that FFO was over. I started listing off things like replacing the door panels, new center caps for the wheels, and fixing the transmission leak - when I was interrupted.

"No, I mean what projects OTHER than the Fiat, that got put off for FFO, can you NOW focus on?"

Oh.

Non-Fiat projects?

Who has those?

Only 362 days to FFO!


On The Way Home
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.


Sunday: FFO day 3

Saturday night's awards dinner was pretty much what one would expect from any corporate style event with banquet food.

The beer was cold, and I was happy.

The party in the parking lot went until about 2am. Not enough time to visit with all my new friends, I was offered more beer than I could possibly drink.

Not that I didn't try...

Sunday's wake up call was just...cruel. Head pounding, mouth dry, tongue like old shoe leather.

Outside in the sun, selling a few used parts, the brain wasn't cooperating, and the hangover sweats wasn't a good situation. I met up with my group fro a MUCH needed breakfast, and the first feelings of becoming human again hit me.

Later, the parking lot seems a bit forlorn as many people had already pulled out to go home, and more were still at the AutoCross event.

There wasn't much left, but to pack up, hook up, and head out.

Alvon was headed down to North Carolina with Denise and her husband Ron so that Alvon could see his family. This made the Jeep feel a bit empty, but otherwise we had our same convoy headed home, only THIS time we went via highway.

And got to see the local scenery as we CRAWLED through several traffic congested construction zones.

About 3pm we made it to the Bouse's, and Missy surprised us with a cold cut platter so we could make sandwiches and hang out. It was a lovely break, and two hours later, it was all too soon to be headed out with another 4 hours to go.

Pulling in at home, dead tired, in the full dark, the LAST thing I wanted to do was spend an hour un-hooking Azzie, unloading the Jeep, and generally getting somewhat situated to survive the week.

Note for next year:

Take Monday off as a travel day, and Tuesday too, just to recover...

Just Happy To Be Here


Towards the back
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.


Saturday: FFO day two

Friday morning's cruise to Frankenmuth turned out GREAT. We took small twisty, turny roads on the way up, had lunch there, and ripped down the highway on the way home.

Azzie seemed happy to be back at speed, and I was THRILLED.

After getting back to the hotel late Friday afternoon, I had time to wash her in the blazing sun, then I had to hustle off to the showers before dinner.

Dinner was across the street from the hotel, and we must have had 150 people in there at 5 or so VERY long tables. The restaurant did a great job keeping everything moving, and the food was DARN good. The best part though, again, was the people. Jim from Ireland, Ron from Missouri, and my new friends from Canada - Dominick, and his two sons. The black Spider they brought to FFO is an AMAZING restoration done by Andy's Spiders in Ontario.

Someday when I win the lottery, THAT is where I'll take Azzie to be reborn!

After dinner, there was an unofficial party in the hotel parking lot. Everyone was waxing, polishing, and adding the finishing touches to their cars, while checking out the competition, visiting with old friends, making new friends, and of course, drinking beer.

Saturday morning came WAY too early.

I met a few people from my West Michigan group for breakfast, and then we all went out to our cars to form up for the drive to St. Mary's college where the day's events would transpire.

Seeing all the cars lined up for the big panoramic photo was VERY cool.

Seeing all the cars parked under the trees in "the quad" was amazing.

Suddenly, I noticed people leaving. Where had the time gone? I hadn't seen all the cars, hadn't had a chance to meet people I'd wanted to shake hands with...

Before leaving we got a cool picture with just our cars from our group. On the way back to the hotel, we stopped for gas, and some guy in a crummy old van came tearing up.

"Where did all these Fiats come from?", he asked, looking at our cars with a big smile.

"We were just at a Fiat car show", was the answer.

"Really? WOW! I wish I'd know...I'm putting an old Spider back together, and I never see any others around!"

We all knew exactly how he felt, and gave him some info on the club. Talk about the un-lucky...he feels all alone in his Fiat quest, and he had just missed the National Club Meet right across the street.

Back at the Hotel, we met another guy who had randomly found us. He had TWO 850's at home in various stages of functionality, and he looked around the parking lot like he was going to cry.

I knew just how he felt, and I felt a bit guilty, as I couldn't wipe the happy grin of my face - because I MADE IT TO FREAK OUT!

...of course, it only took me 9 years...

Feeling like a kid at camp


Top Down....in the rain...
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.

Friday: FFO day one

I stayed up a bit later Thursday night, taking Azzie for a quick spin to confirm the radiator would hold.

It held.

I was so relieved, elated, excited, and was generally just bouncing off the walls. This reaction was the total opposite of the low I'd felt just 24 hours before, and I had all my new Fiat friends to thank for this.

I was so damn happy...

Now I was noticing things like the several hundred engine-oil-handprints all over the windshield, the poor installation position of the dash-mounted rear-view mirror, the mis-adjusted side mirrors - all THREE of which guaranteed I couldn't see anything behind me. Which was fine, because I couldn't see through the windshield either!

It was just so nice to be able to drive her.

I fell into bed, totally and completely exhausted around midnight. Tossing and turning, I woke up at 5am, unable to contain my excitement.

My Spider runs!

I'm at Fiat Freak Out!

I shower, dress, head to breakfast, clean the windshield, adjust the mirrors, and I'm first in line to get ready for the morning's cruise.

In the rain.

I, of course, put the top down anyway...

I knew it was going to be a damn good day.

I couldn't stop smiling.

The Arrival


Friday Morning in the parking lot
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.


Thursday: 1 day to FFO

Wednesday night I ended up fetching Alvon from O'Hare an hour late, after my Spider overheated, leaving me without my Jeep. My lovely, patient, and all-to-understanding girlfriend drove over to my house, picked my dumb-ass up, drove me to my Jeep, and we went together to pick up Alvon. Knowing I needed to vent, she let me spew as my Spider had done. I'm glad I got that out of my system before meeting Alvon.

Alvon turned out to be a nice guy, a good houseguest, and while driving the next day, an excellent traveling companion. He's owned his '70 Spider since '85, and it has about 200,000 miles on it, but the last few years he has done an amazing job bringing it back to better-than-new condition. Wednesday night he and I stayed up late showing each other pictures of our cars, and swapping Fiat stories.

Thursday I got up early to load the Jeep and get Azzie hooked up. Even though she wasn't running, I was going to drag her ass to FFO, anyway. I'd put too much heart, effort, and tears into this damn car to leave it at home. Alvon helped me load up, and we were on the road by 8:30am.

We were looking to hook up with Mike Bouse's convoy that was gathering at his house between 12 noon and 2 pm. Peanut butter sandwiches and Kool Aid were promised, and the thought of a convoy was enough to make me smile.

Traffic out of Chicago wasn't too bad, much better than I'd expected. Alvon and I stopped at the Hinsdale oasis to meet a co-worker of his who lived nearby. I told Alvon it'd be a shame to be this close and NOT stop, although it would make our timeline a bit tight. As it turns out, we rolled into Mike's yard just in time for the 2pm roll-out.

With no time for sandwiches, only a muffin for breakfast, and having forgotten dinner the night before - MAN, my tummy was rumbling! But it was good to be in the convoy, and cool to see a few Spiders traveling together. Not a large convoy, it was just three of us. Dave Nicholson's red Spider with a cool hardtop was a nice addition to the group. I'd looked forward to meeting him, and he & his wife Carol couldn't have been nicer or more down to earth.

Even with Mike's Spider developing a slow coolant leak, we made good time. The coolant leak was little more than seepage, and with a call into John Logan, a replacement bit was on it's way to meet us at FFO. We pushed on. We hit rush hour. My tummy rumbled. We pulled into the Marriott about 6pm.

We checked in, and quickly met back down in the lobby to rush over to where others were holding seats at dinner for us. Faint with hunger, I have no idea what I ate, but my brain again began to function during dinner, where I met a few new friends. After dinner, a small contingent went to K-Mart for supplies. I bought two containers of radiator coolant, as I'd looked at Mike's thermostat, and thought I may know what to do to fix my overheating issue.

Back at the hotel about 9pm, I walk through the parking lot, admiring the other Fiats that have arrived so far. Wasting little time, I dig my tools from the back of the Jeep, and reach in to pop the hood on the Spider.

The sound of the hood-pop must have echoed through the parking lot.

Within minutes, no fewer than 6 guys were gathered around my car, offering advice, tools, holding flashlights, and helping a fellow Fiat nut any way they could.

By 11pm my Spider was running, the cooling system holding, radiator fan working just like it should. My relief was enormous, my head was soaring in the clouds, my pretty little Spider was back on the road.

Azzie was drivable!

Boiling over


Boiling over
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.


Wednesday : 2 days to FFO

At lunch Wednesday I'd driven over to the neighborhood mechanic's shop as they'd requested. Fearing the worst, it was almost comic relief when they said they just needed two bolts from the air conditioning compressor's mount to fix my oil "leak". Those bolt holes went all the way through to the oil reservoir - who knew? Proving an old saying of mine that I'd gone against - 'Do just one project at a time' - I thought THIS oil leak was caused by the exhaust manifold bolt I'd stripped.

Insert sigh of relief here.

I raced home, got the bolts, and was assured I could pick up a fully functional car after work. I was elated.

This was not to last.

Alvon Elrod, a Fiat Spider owner in Ventura California, contacted me needing a ride to FFO. His Spider was currently down with a disassembled transmission, so he was flying into the area. His original ride, Dave Voss in his Fiat 131, was driving to FFO from the Oregon Fiat gathering. However, Dave had stopped to help Nanci and Shaun Folkerts with their Lancia Zagato in Idaho, and while it had all worked out, and everyone was on the path to FFO, the timing was off, and Alvon needed someone to pick him up from O'Hare.

Is everyone clear on this?

Alvon's flight was set to arrive at 8:30pm, leaving me PLENTY of time to fetch my Spider from the mechanic, wrap up a few loose ends (like re-installation of the driver's side door panel), and perhaps even drive the Spider to fetch Alvon from O'Hare.

Insert monkey wrench.

I arrive at the mechanic's and see my car outside. Hood up, steam billowing. They had 'fixed' the oil leak, replaced my flex disc, replaced the cap/rotor/wires/plugs, and even adjusted my timing with a REAL timing light. However, the car was horrifically overheating. The radiator fan wasn't coming on, and I had no idea what to do.

Thinking I could get it to cool down by driving, getting some air through the radiator, I took off driving. My intention was to go around the 'hood, come back, hop in Jeep, fetch Alvon. However, driving it didn't help one iota, and once the steam started whistling, I coasted down the block for a quarter mile, and barley made it into my own driveway. Now I was stranded at home without my Jeep, and a Spider with a radiator overflow container that continued to boil 15 minutes after the car was shut down.

Mad with frustration, I wanted to pitch a fit, cry, scream, throw tools, and kick something.

I had put so much effort into this damn car trying to get ready, and I'd accomplished so much, come so far, and was still no closer to having a car I could drive. Now I was stranded, and was running late to pick up Alvon.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

The whole point of the thing


Looking into the middle of the crowd
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.


Sunday, July 29th.

Believe it or not, I had to look up what day it is. That's how tired I am. I just got home at 9:30pm after driving since 11am.

I am bone tired, sore, sunburnt, hoarse, and temporarily more deaf than normal. Eight hours with top down and tunes cranked will pound the ear drums...but the best part...being sore and hoarse...it's all because I had so much fun!

Standing around in the sun talking for a few days, or all the top down driving in the sun...several late nights in the parking lot working on cars, drinking beer, and visiting...

Man, it was great!

My thoughts are totally jumbled, and the pictures (you can see them by clicking through on the one above) are all in no particular order, but i wanted to send out an update so it'd be ready for everyone in thier offices Monday morning when you all sit down with your first cups of coffee to see how my weekend went.

This was THE weekend I'd been working for! Ever since that last week in March, when I first pushed Bella out of the garage - determined to come to a Fiat Freak Out this year that I'm 40.

I did it.

I made it.

It was awesome.

I can't stop smiling...

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Operator Error


The only problem with the car: ME
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.


Usually when I'm at work I turn my cell phone off. Yesterday and today I've had it on, constantly buzzing, as I eagerly await news on my poor wounded car.

At 12:55, the call came. "Stop by the shop, we need to see you."

This didn't sound good.

Pucker factor: 8.5

So, I took my lunch break and drove to the shop where I could face the music as soon as possible. Possible scenarios in my head ranged from a cracked block to a mechanic's mistake ruining the aluminum head. After all, if they'd called me in...it MUST be serious, right? It's pretty easy for them to get me to authorize the spending of big-repair-bucks over the phone.

Right.

I pull in, and he directs me under my car which is up on a lift. He points to the front passenger corner of the engine block, to the two empty bolt holes where I recently removed the air conditioning compressor.

"These holes are wide open, and leaking", he says.

I point to my cheesey-temp-bolt in the exhaust manifold.

"Isn't it leaking from here?" I ask.

"No, just from these empty holes you left here".

Good thing I didn't throw those bolts away...

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Tonight, The Gods smiled on me


Ready for the hood
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.


Azzie is till a long way from perfect. No doubt about it. But once again, we have "significant progress", and honestly, I couldn't be happier.

Well - YEAH - I'd be happier if the car ran without bleeding to death...

...but more on that, later.

Today, at long last, I got my replacement passenger-side mirror from Moss Motorsports. With both fender-mounted mirrors installed, and both the new headlight eyebrows in place...I have to admit that I REALLY LIKE THIS LOOK! I ordered the parts sight unseen, and I pictured it JUST LIKE THIS in my head!

I love it when a plan comes together.

Mysteriously, today, the horns decided to work. I have no idea why. Maybe I should offer a prayer to Vishnu, or The Great Pumpkin, but either way I am eternally grateful. I started by adding a 3 foot section of fuel line between the compressor & the "Y" connector at the horns, doubly secured with zip-ties. I re-did the positive connection on the compressor, and neatly zip-tied EVERY loose looking wire in the grill area. I pulled the steering wheel off, cleaned and bent the copper connectors in the hub, then placed the wheel on, and with the socket and a hammer, made sure the wheel was as far smooshed down as it could go. I tightened the bolt, put on the spring, snapped on the horn button, and BWAAAAAAHHHHHH. Music to my ears.

Then I went bannanas, and neatly zip-tied EVERY loose looking wire in theengine compartment. Someday I'm sure I'll need to trace something out, and I'll curse every last one of the 347 zip ties I put on tonight, but at least they look cool.

Open areas around the engine got cleaned and scrubbed nicely. DAMN, but that old paint color was pretty!

The grills went back on nicely, and the front trim-strip of stainless cleaned up VERY nice - THANK you to whatever body shop put that protective layer of paint on there. I appreciated that. Now it stands out nicely, and I LOVE how you can see the horns, just as I planned, behind the grill!

S W E E T ! !

Next, I figured out the old-school hood prop. The three-screw mounted base on the engine cowling was a piece of cake. Much more complicated was the bit on the hood. Fortunately the clever engineers never changed part of the hood design -THANK YOU – there was a little flat spot, JUST where the bit needed to go! In the old days it was spot-welded in place. However, there is no longer any way to get to the other side of that to weld, or even bolt anything. I was reluctant to use sheet metal screws, so I used my dusty old pop-rivet gun. It worked like a charm! We’ll see how it holds up, long term. In the meantime, I don’t have a hood that’s flopped 1/3 down…like the car has a E.D. problem.

Nope, not mine!

Getting the hood on with the extra hands of a friend made things a LOT easier. A few other loose ends were tied up – all regarding Azzie’s appearance.

However, the gushing oil leak is still an issue. You should know, I took the coward’s way out, I admit it freely.

Tonight, I dropped her off at a local hole-in-the-wall mechanic's shop. I asked if he could look at it tomorrow, and fix it with HeliCoil, or whatever professional version of that they use. I also left him my flex disc, the tune-up components, and the shop manual (just in case).

I know I could figure out the HeliCoil process, but I am short on time, and I need it done RIGHT, and right NOW. For some reason, doing the flex disc scares me. The tune-up components were a cop-out, THAT I’ll admit to also. However, I want a professional with a timing light to get things tweaked “just so”. These are not overly complicated or unique tasks – I should not need to use Giovanni at his $110.00 per hour shop rate. The local boys are $70.00 per hour, and they let me provide my own parts.

This could be the beginning of a beautiful relationship...

...as long as they don’t fuck it up.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Not Sure Why The Gods Despise Me


Totally Screwed
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.


Six weeks ago, I briefly experienced a Fiat-Free lifestyle when Bella unexpectedly died. I didn't need to spend money on another Fiat, that's for sure. Certainly not right away, I could have taken some time to let Bella's memory fade. I didn't HAVE to go to FFO this year, or I could have even gone WITHOUT a Fiat. The money really "should" have gone to other things.

However, I had this crazy idea, and I wanted to follow through with it. I'm 40 this year, and I'd gotten so tired these last few years of NOT doing things, telling myself I'd get to them "someday", right now I'd be "responsible". When DOES someday come? Turning 40 was a real bite in the ass, and responsibility be damned, I was taking a Spider to show off at FFO this year.

So, I bought this friggin’ car. It looked pretty good, and people I respect in my Fiat club vouched for the car. It seemed to run well, and indeed - I was a happy clam when I got it home. Not perfect, it had what I thought were just a few issues with appearance, and I'd tweak those before grandly motoring off to FFO. Then I took it to Giovanni.

He said it was junk, and that he'd not have recommended I buy it. I was outraged, and took my car back without his shop having done anything. But I knew it wasn't running quite right, and even my deaf ears could hear evidence of the worn bearings and other maladies he'd spoken of. Giovanni may have come across a bit rude, and he never followed up with the prices to fix anything - but I knew my car needed every ounce of the attention he'd listed out for me.

Then the water pump went out on me. Wrenching began. Wrenching continued. As I have dug into this car these past few weeks, my eyes have been opened. EVERY major system on this car has been previously worked on, some completely re-done, and in most cases in an incomplete or half-assed way.

The front suspension needs to be rebuilt with all new bushings, and will then need a complete alignment. The transmission needs either a complete rebuild, or an outright replacement. Several major components of the rear suspension need replacement. All the bushings need to be replaced. All brake hoses need replacement, as do the shocks. The tires, even the spare, are all junk. The oil pan, and main oil pickup need replacement. An undetermined major issue on the front of the engine causes the timing belt to ride incorrectly. The body was majorly repaired in several areas, none were done very well, and the incorrect paint color was applied poorly. Interior carpets are incorrect, extremely cheap, and totally the wrong color. The center console is a cheaply painted glue-on replacement cover. The engine seems to run smoothly, but has bearing and tappet noises, and it misses roughly above 4k. Several so-called “minor” issues on the engine are a very big deal to me - a stripped exhaust manifold bolt causes a major gushing oil leak, and a broken lower bolt hole on the coolant "T" housing makes for a questionable seal to the entire cooling system. The car's electrical system is...clearly in need of professional help, and has a LOT of evidence of previous repair attempts.

It's awful.

Not once single damn thing is as it should be.

...and now I can't even drive it.

That, at least, used to make the rest of it nearly bearable.

Friday, July 20, 2007

Since 1986


Me & Ern
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.



Ok, so most of you know I’m a little “bent” when it comes to certain things, right?

I’m a Jeep-driving former-Marine with the battle-stained flag from my Grandfather’s WWII destroyer hanging in my living room.

“Ooh-Rah”, and “Semper Fi, Mac”!

Less known about me is my affection for Italian Sports cars. I bought my first one, a 1972 “Competition Orange” Fiat Spider way back in 1986. I was a young, dumb 20 year-old Marine stationed in Twentynine Palms, and just to keep the car running, I had to buy a $20 set of tools from Wal-Mart & check out a repair manual from the base library.

It’s been a love affair ever since.

That first Spider will always have a special place in my heart. After an accident, it got sold to another Marine, who has shockingly remained one of my best friends to this day! I then had a brief, and very expensive, romance with a lipstick-red 1979 Alfa Romeo Spider. Once I got out of the Corps to try my hand at college, another Fiat found me. This one was a dark metallic silver. She didn’t survive the turmoil of my mid-twenties, but she’d been a good, beautiful, and temperamental beauty. These cars each left indelible marks on my soul, and then in 1998, I found myself in a different place in my life.

At long last, I had a good, and decent paying job that gave me a long-awaited stability in my life. I had a good set of friends at my new job, and I got invited to The Pocono’s for a weekend car show. With no idea what it really was, or where I was going, I had accidentally wandered into something called a “Fiat Freak Out”. I spent the weekend in a daze, open mouthed, I wandered through a collection of beautiful cars that each brought me my very favorite memories from my younger days in the Corps. I had so much fun, and met some truly great people, and I vowed to get myself another Fiat Spider, and return to Freak Out.

In 1999, I found my third Fiat Spider. Almost a mythical “barn find”, she was 100% complete and original, and had been stored untouched in a New Jersey garage for 10 years. 80,000 original miles. I dragged it home from Jersey that summer, and in my Dad’s front yard he showed my brother and I some old school wrenching – how to adjust the points and so forth. Sadly, Leukemia took him from us a short time later, but that car remained close to me heart because of that connection.

The “rush of life” pushed me downstream for a few years, and that Spider had a few years of slight driving, then a few years relegated to the garage, and each spring I told myself “This year I will fix her up, and make it back to a Freak Out”. In 2007, the year I’m 40, I decided to put it off no longer. Back in April I began wrenching. I got her back on the road. I made it to my first club event...

...and found out my beloved Spider had terminal bone cancer. I was distraught. She was sold as a parts car, and I had a hole in my heart.

The Fiat club came through for me though. Less than a month later I had an ‘83 Spider...I began to figure out what it needed, and how I wanted to modify it to me “mine”. Since then, I have been madly wrenching, desperately trying to get ready to at LONG LAST make it back to a Freak Out!

My first FFO since...'98-ish in The Pocono's


Why I've been breaking my butt on this car
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.

Fiat-Lancia Unlimited is pleased to present Fiat Freak Out 2007, "Motor City Freakout ", held July 27-29 in Detroit, MI!

Fiat Freak Out is an annual event hosted this year by Fiat Lancia Unlimited of Detroit (FLUID). The Fiat Freak Out (FFO) brings together the largest collection of Fiat and Lancia automobiles in North America to swap stories and tips, show off our cars, and share our passion for these wonderful automobiles.

In 2007, we are celebrating our 24th Freak Out! The complete FFO program is inside this issue of Ricambi magazine. The FFO is three days of events that include a concours car show, a coordinated drive, an autocross and lots of socializing. The FFO is not just about show cars, it is a great opportunity to talk to knowledgeable people and sponsoring vendors about your vehicle. Besides being the 24th year the Fiat Freakout is being held, this year is also a celebration of 50 years of the Fiat Nuova 500. Last years Freakout had a great turnout of 500’s and we hope to see more this year as we celebrate it’s 50th birthday!

Significant Progress


Ready for coolant
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.


Holey Smokes...I ended up much further inside this car than I ever expected to be...at least when I still haven't owned it for much more than six weeks!

I replaced the water pump, timing belt, and alternator belt. I replaced a few fuel lines. Cleaned up a coolant sensor housing on the Fuel Injection. I removed ALL the old air conditioning system components. The entire engine is now re-assembled, ready for me to add coolant, and attempt to fire it up...

Keep your fingers crossed...I think the electrics are dead, and who knows what I did to the timing when I replaced the belts...

Stay tuned for updates throught the weekend on my picture site!

By the way, she's been named...


Lookin GOOD!
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.

Say hello to "Azzie"

She is a Pininfarina Spider AZZURA...

...and "Azzura" is also the Italian word for BLUE.

Get it?

"Azzie" is short for "AZZURA"!

Elecropnuematic Fun, Part II


This is how they turned out
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.


MY NEW HORNS ARE HERE!

MY NEW HORNS ARE HERE!

Remember the scene in the movie "The Jerk" when Steve Martin runs down the street excaiming "The New Phone Books Are Here! The New Phone Books Are Here!"

This is how I feel about these horns!

So, yesterday, as soon as I posted about how frustrated I was with not being able to find an old-style set of horns, a set gets delived by the U.S. Mail.

God Bless Dale Crandall who sent me a set of genuine FIAMM "Electropnuematic" air horns! Mount, compressor, hoses, and two metal trumpets. They look to be a million years old, with appropriate crust...and, MAN, ARE THEY PERFECT!

So...you ask...do I have a plan?

Of course!

It may not be a GOOD plan, but it's MINE!

The plan is thus:
Both horn trumpets will be mounted on the vertical wall next to the radiator just behind the area where the new-style horns were - approximately matching the stock mounting position in my old '74 and '72 Spiders.

The larger one above the shorter one, parallel to the deck, facing the passenger side. The interior of the grill area has been freshly painted a nice "satin" black, and the grill a nice "accent" silver, so these blue horns should be NICELY visible inside there! The compressor and it's mount were also painted, and due to a lack of room under the hood, that assembley will be ALSO be mounted abd clearly visible in the grill area. It will go on the passenger side.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/leeputmanjr/856515268/

Now...as long as I've properly figured out the wires to use from the original horns...AND as long as "modifying" the car to use a stock "old-style" steering wheel and horn button didn't screw anything up...it'll all work out fabulously, yes?

Ha! RIGHT!

I'll end up with a damn under-the-dash toggle switch...

Thursday, July 19, 2007

FFO Prep


A Quick Evening's Work
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.

The steering wheel was a piece of cake!

You just have to remove the "adapter" that bolts on for the later Momo style steering wheel. The "adapter" is about 3 inches thick - so, with that removed, the steering wheel is now FURTHER away from me! Putting on my old steering wheel is not my "permanent" plan, I just couldn't resist! My plan moving forward is to modify the "adapter" so that my Alfa Romeo Steering wheel will bolt right on. I truly LOVE this wheel! Not just because it putt's the steering wood 3.5 inches closer to me, but mostly because that wheel wood is so dang BEAUTIFUL! But this setup won't be ready for FFO, so my "retro" wheel will just have to substitute.

The mirrors are great - with a few small caveats.

The dash-mounted rear-view has a very small base, so it tends to vibrate just slightly, therefore it needs a better mounting surface. I plan to mount it to a silver-dollar sized wood disc, then mount THAT onto the dash. My dash is already terribly cracked, so it's perfect for experimentation! Besides, my cool new dash-mat will hide all sorts of sins.

The side-view "bullet-style" mirrors are of EXCELLENT quality. PITA to mount - the bracket has two screws that go into the body of the car, then the mirror fits to the bracket, has one screw to hold it on - and THIS screw in right under the main portion of the mirror, and there is NO clearance! PITA to adjust - I plan on getting them "just so", then putting small marks on each to show proper adjustment location. MAN, ARE THEY BEAUTIFUL. The only long-term drawback to these side mirrors...while doing engine work, they are RIGHT in the way! RIGHT in the middle of where I want to lay my belly across the fender! My plan - as I modify my hood for the old-style kick-stand...I want to figure out a quick-disconnect for the entire hood. Working on the car from the FRONT is AWESOME.

The wing-window is a work of art.

Jamming it INTO the car was a royal bitch. The bracket on the underside of the vent that holds the spring that keeps the vent open...well, the '83 didn't HAVE that, so you have to jam a 2.5 inch bit of stuff through a 1.75 inch opening. All while trying to line up the window glass and keep that aligned, don't pinch the wires, don't scratch the paint, don't BREAK the glass, all while trying to figure out how to HAMMER THE BITCH into place, which obviously one cannot do when GLASS is involved. Once done, I really wasn't sure the main window was aligned properly...so I hooked up the batter, turned on the car...only to have ZERO power. At that point, I called it a night.

The sad situation regarding my sad lack of Electropnuematic Horns.

My current, and very very STOCK horn sounds like the depressed, and mournful mating wail of a lonely Chrysler. An online source wrote me June 25th, saying he was putting together a set of the old-style horns for me, but even after two follow-up emails I have not heard back from him. Another source had "just" sold their last set when I asked, my least favorite source won't even answer me, and then, even E-Bay has been dry. I'm hoping something will come up at FFO, being offered out of someone's trunk, or on a table full of junk. Once I find them, I'll need to sign up for the "how to paint old stuff" class.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

As yet, she remains unnamed


Token Shot
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.

This car is AWESOME!

Sure, there are a ton of little things that need to be addressed, but this car goes STRONGLY through the powerband....man, I have no idea if the speedo is correct (why only 80mph???) but it seems to hit 80 in 4th at about 4k on the tach - and continues to BURY the speedo w/ little effort.

At those speeds, the car still feels VERY solid and sure of itself. If you are driving along "gently" at about 80 and stomp on the gas, the car does have a few pauses & hiccups, as if it's unsure it's really allowed to do that. The brakes are solid and sure, with no pulling to one side or another. Taking a highway exit ramp at about 70 (eyes were on the road, not the speedo), I barely got even a squeak from the tires. I was, of course, heeled over like a sailboat in the America's Cup, but the damn car stuck to the road!

The fuel injection gives the engine a nice whirring noise that's not entirely unpleasant. The exhaust, nice & burbully at idle, seems to get quieter the faster I go. I want to HEAR it! How do we make it LOUDER? What about the Vick's vintage racing style trumpet muffler? (Wouldn't the neighbors be pleased?) There is definitely an oil leak somewhere around the dizzy, keeping the fresh scent of burnt oil around...seems to be a good mosquito repellant, bit pisses me off anyway. The engine, once REALLY warm, has the strong sound of a bearing race...not sure if it's the alternator or the water pump, but one of them is unhappy.

I have a brand-new-in-the-box water pump for Bella I was going to return to IAP. I'm not sure, but it looks like it may fit this car? That of course means the fault will be the alternator...which would make sense, since it's way more expensive!

In the enormous stack of paperwork Tony gave me...I unearthed the original owner's manual! It was inside the back pocket of a large receipts notebook, and I don't think Tony ever found it, because it explains the bizarro lighting switches, heater controls, and the odd fact that the car has to be ON for the trunk lid release to work!

The driver's seat makes me crazy - the tweaking is bad enough, but compared to Bella, I feel like I need to push back about 4 inches, and am sitting on a seat cushion 4 inches thicker. In the older cars, the top of the seat cushion was the same height as the door sills, maybe even a tad lower. I had to reach my elbow UP to rest it on the door! Certainly not the case with the newer car. And the lack of wing-windows...stifling.

Yeah, I'm not keeping this car original! Wheeee!

Saturday, June 16, 2007

Guess what I bought?


Had To Stretch
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.

Yeah....I did it.

Bought me a 1983 Pinninfarina Spider.

Way the hell out in Michigan. From a nice guy named Tony who bought it about 4 years ago in Philadelphia from the car's second owner. It has 97, 000 miles, and a non-stock paint color. The car is complete, pretty, and feels very solid when driving. Lot's of things to fix / replace / clean / change / tune / tweak. More on that later...for tonight...I'll focus on the fact that I have a 25 year old classic that drives like THE WIND!

Thursday, June 14, 2007

The Contenders


Contenders
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.

Have I been Spider Hunting? Indeed I have...

These are the two leading contenders:

The pretty blue one is an '83 Fuel Injected 2000 cc Spider. It came with air conditioning, a CD player, has the more modern center console, tail lights, bumpers, rims, and even has the cool side mirrors that are mounted on the wing-windows. A very 80's design, a very cool car, very powerful engine, and I can get it CHEAP (2k), and it will require very little work (money) to get it "great". An instant "driver". However, it's not the earlier vintage model I love, and it has the stupid safety bumpers I hate. It'd be a great car...but it's not my "dream" model Spider.

The ugly two-tone Spider is a '72 single carb 1600 cc - the exact model of my very first-ever Spider. THIS is the classic design I love! DAMN the idiot who did the crappy paint job! It's been in storage a while, brakes don't work, runs roughly. It's more expensive - $3300 - and it'll need work right away to be a "driver". But in the long run, it'd be a better ownership experience - it's the one I really want.

Besides, the ownership experience of these cars is all about it being a hobby. If I wanted a bland car you just got in, turned the key and drove to point "B" with good gas mileage...well, then...I'd buy a Honda.

However, as of yet, I have not actually SEEN either one of these cars. The ugly '72 is in a garage somewhere in downtown Chicago, and I "might" get to see it tonight. Owned by a young couple, it was in HER family for a long time, they don't know much about it, and they are moving to Boise to buy and run a new business. The Husband is selling it - and he hasn't had 30 free minutes in 2 weeks to show it to me. Supposedly he flies in tonight, will call me, and we can get together. I'm taking a fist full of cash, just in case. I could care less about the paint & brakes - the car is complete...so as long as there is no rust, it's MINE. I'll hand him $2500 and ask, "Deal?"

I have an appointment Saturday around noon to see the '83. As it's my second choice, and 2.5 hours away, I only made this appointment as a back-up should the car tonight not work out. The '83 may not be my dream car, but if I'm not immediately buying another Spider, it's too good a deal to pass up.

I, of course, will keep you posted.

Friday, June 08, 2007

One week, and recovering


...what are you gonna do?
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.

A week ago, I was all wrapped up with preparations to get my '74 Spider (Bella) out to Mike Slayton's shop for the club's tech day. This was a big deal for me, not only was it my first club event, not only was I coming from west of Chicago, but I'd spent all spring working on my car with much emailed support and advice from many of you in the club. I'd never been to an event, never met any of you, yet everyone helped wherever they could. And I got her back on the road! For the first time in four years, for the first time since I moved from Virginia...it was so good to hear her "voice", and get her out on some country roads where she could really clear her throat. And now she was going to meet everyone...

I was traveling for business all week before Tech Day , so I'd busted my butt the previous weekend making sure Bella got all washed and waxed for her debut event. Four years of garage grime is tough to take off, and after many hours rubbing and polishing she looked better than she had in years. I wanted her to make a good first impression, and after all my headaches and frustrations getting her back on the road, it was a nice treat to just rub and polish.

Damn, she looked great!

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So then, last Saturday I was up early and running around like a nervous mother as I got ready to hit the road. Check tire pressure. Check oil. Check brake fluid. Attach tow bar. Hook to back of Jeep. Make sure destination address shows up in NAV system. Paper directions in Jeep as back up. Ice in cooler for trip. Full tank of gas.

9am, ready to roll out.

The highways around here are always a tough area to tow a car. Big Trucks zoom past, the air rocks the Jeep, Bella tries to follow, and I feel like I swayed my way out of Chicago. Once we got past Gary, Indiana, I felt like I could unclench just a bit. Once we were headed north through rural Michigan, I started to anticipate. Once we were close, I got nervous. A dirt road? Really? Then, through the trees, I saw them. Yellow, red, blue, and orange...and I knew I was in the right spot!

Frankly, as I pulled in, I wasn't watching what I was doing, I was checking out the other Spiders. I couldn't wait to get inside, see what was going on. As I walked up, many nice people said hello, but my eyes were on the car up on Mike's lift, and the crowd around it. Watching him poke, prod, and wiggle things was something that I'm sure was interesting only to those of us who own these cars.

Then it was my turn.

Mike had to help me un-snap my tow bar, but he was very gracious. Why that damn thing sticks sometimes, and not others...it's beyond me. But we got off, and he asked me "Will it start?" DAMN RIGHT! Thankfully, in front of her first big crowd, Bella behaved and fired right up.

Pulling into the lift area, several club members commented on how nice she sounded, how well she idled. How good her interior looked. I couldn't have been more proud. Mike asked me tot pop the hood, and he looked around. He nagged me about not having my timing cover on, but said generally she looked great for a Spider of that vintage.

Then we went to lift her up.

There was a general good natured hubub of conversation going on that went silent, when from under my car Mike said "Uh oh". Never something you want to hear from your Doctor, or your mechanic. He spent some time adjusting the lift's support arms, and finally got the car up in the air.

...and he showed me the rust...

Bella had a hole in her floorboard that I'd known about for a long time. I'd also known about some shock tower rust, but had always assumed it could be cut out, and fixed with the welding in of new metal. What I didn't know was what Mike showed me - how the rust had gotten in under the "protective" undercoating, and the whole driver's side of the car was weakened. Crusty rust was EVERYWHERE. It had worked up under the rockers, and into the frame rail. Mike then showed me the kicker - while Bella's passenger side was the proper four inches above the right side lift support, on the driver's side she was resting on it. Structural integrity had left the building.

The shock towers were rusted worse, and even the drivetrain's main bearing was "gone". Mike told me in a frank, and straightforward way that I'd have NOT made it there if I'd driven her from Chicago. He told me that the car was dangerous, and sooner or later, there was a possibility of entirely loosing a wheel and having a horrific crash.

I felt like I couldn't breathe.

I'd known there was rust. The irony being that when I'd bought the car, I didn't want one that was good mechanically, I just wanted one rust free. She'd been in a New Jersey garage for 10 years. I think the moisture from the dirt floor did her in. A month ago, I'd had her down at Giovanni's shop in Chicago, AutoSprint. I needed his help fixing an odd fuel pump issue, and he was great. He told me about the rust, but I guess I didn't hear him well enough.

Mike asked me if I had another car. In confusion, I pointed at my Jeep. He smiled and said "No, I mean, do you have another FIAT?" Another one? Isn't it crazy enough to own ONE? No, I told him, I live in a one-car-garage townhouse. Several people's eyes went wide at this point, and still not getting it, I asked why.

"Because", he said "what you have here is a great PARTS car".

Bella? A parts car? Really?

"She's not worth fixing, and you could use these parts on a shell to make a GREAT car".

Wow. I felt like I needed to sit down. Someone asked what I'd take for her rims. Huh? Are you KIDDING me?

I needed to get her out of there. Pulling off the lift, I had to gun the engine, and she smartly squealed a bit of rubber.

Out in the parking lot, I just sat in her for a few minutes. I was shocked, but I knew it was all true. It felt too much like the time I'd taken my dog, Mr Beagle to the vet when he wasn't feeling well. I found out unexpectedly that he had kidney failure, and I had all-too-short notice that I needed to do the kind thing and have him put down.

But, put Bella down? Turn her into parts? I'd just gotten her back on the road, and she was so happy. She didn't even know she felt sick. And I had so much planned. New carbs, cams, engine mounts, new chrome and paint. Now...she was just parts.

I couldn't bear it. And knowing that I'd be towing her home just to pull her apart...it was too ugly for me. So, in a moment of grief, weakness, and bitter sadness, I sold her for her parts. The car that my Father had worked on with me the summer before he died, she was now nothing more than a rusty organ donor.

Tomorrow will mark the end of my first Fiat-free week. It feels unreal, and it has been a bit of a shock each night to see my empty garage. It looks as empty as my heart feels.

But I got a lot of emails. Support from those who understand. And I have, believe it or not, two test drives scheduled for tomorrow. Being Fiat-Free has made me twitchy, and we need to fix this.

The leading candidate:

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Many Thanks to Brian & Carol who found this '72 Spider for sale on Craig's list for me. She's got a horrid two-tone paint job, some customization on her dash, and what looks to be an incorrect triangular hood badge.

I just hope she's rust free...

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Electropneumatic Fun


Dual Air Horns
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.

As many of you know, I own a 1974 Fiat Spider.

The car is currently marooned, not running in my garage due to many back-ordered bits and pieces. Last weekend I went ahead with doing what work I could, while I wait for other parts to arrive from around the country.

One item I decided to work on was the car's horn.

Back in the day, Fiat called the assembly an "Electro-pneumatic Horn", which the rest of us would call an "Air Horn". It consists of an air compressor, a few hoses, and two air-horn trumpets. When working properly, it provides a crisp, bright, immediate and very distinctive bark of the horns. Perfect for scattering crowds of espresso drinking loiterers in the town piazza.

Mine horn, however, sounded more like an elderly wounded goose.

As it turns out, only one of my dual horns was making noise. I assumed it was because the air compressor wasn't pushing out enough air, so I pulled it apart. I cleaned it, lightly lubed it, and put it all back together, fully expecting the reward of a bright, loud horn - justification of a job well done.

Ready to test.

No difference.

Bad words muttered under my breath.

Well, the hoses looked pretty old. So, I pulled them off. Broke the original plastic "Y" connector. Got a new "T" connector and new hoses from Home Depot. An hour later, hoses cut to fit, I got them installed.

Ready to test...

No difference.

One bad word, said fairly loudly.

Unbolted both horns from the grill area. After scraping a knuckle, kicking the car, and then cursing; I pulled the horns out, and looked down the trumpets. One had what appeared to be a spider's nest blocking it. After screaming and throwing it out in the yard, I found my lighter fluid, and approached it with caution. One short horn-barbeque later, I felt sure I'd killed any stray arachnids, and picked it up to examine my progress. After screaming and throwing it into the neighbor's yard, I got heavy gloves and picked up the still-red-hot horn. I melted a new hose connecting it.

Ready to test...

No difference.

String of bad words shouted.

Well, now it was time to get serious. I'd noticed that the base of the trumpet where it attaches to the horn housing had what appeared to be a lock-nut...it seemed that the trumpet assembly screwed into the base. AHA! Something ELSE for me to take apart! Easier said than done, I ended up bolting the assembly to my work bench so that I could leverage my crescent wrench enough to break the nut loose. Unscrewed the trumpet, and found...absolutely nothing of interest inside the base housing.

Screwed that sucker all the way back in. Then with a stroke of inspiration, I put the compressor hose nipple in my mouth and took a deep breath.

Ready to test...

No difference.

Loud, frustrated, guttural roar with no discernable words.

It occurred to me briefly to wonder WHY there was a locking nut. Shouldn't you just screw the trumpet ALL the way into the base?

I didn't know.

With fresh inspiration coursing through my veins, I UN-screwed the trumpet two full turns. Nipple in mouth, I blew HARDER.

(Turns out, by the way, when the compressor nipple is in one's mouth - the trumpet is in one's ear. That's a helpful hint for the next time you're working on an Italian air horn.)

Fucker worked great.

Now I just can't hear anything in my left ear...

New trick is now getting BOTH horns tweaked (by adjusting how far they are screwed into the horn base) so that they EACH get the SAME amount of air-throughput. How to do this without constantly hitting the horn button, I'm not sure.

I quit that night, because at 10pm, my neighbors seemed to be getting twitchy.

...and I still can't hear in my left ear...

Monday, April 16, 2007

On The Road Again


Bella Lives!
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.

"Bella", my '74 Fiat Spider, is once again mobile!

Yes, under her own power!

New & Improved - now with brakes!

She has the Banshee-wail of a failing water-pump bearing...you can hear me coming from half a mile away...and after an hour or so of driving, one ends up feeling a bit grimy and smelling of motor oil...but that's all part of the classic sports car driving experience, right?

She looks GREAT from 30 feet. "Nice" from 10. But closer?

Sit in her...and you worry she'll collapse into a pile of rust at any moment, which is always a fun thought at 75mph, while leaning through a turn...

Dang if I could figure out how to un-bolt the brake flex hoses. Left the old ones on for now, but suspect these are the culprits of some minor fluid loss, and slight spongy feel to the brakes.

Saturday at Auto Zone, while buying a new battery, the clerk had no idea what a "Fiat" was, and seemed genuinely shocked when it came up in his system.

Ah, these young punks.

Still have a brake light problem - the actuator switch feels HOT, and the lights are always on. Is there an adjustment, or a trick? Or just replace it? Not an expensive part, but a real booger to get to.

Looking to replace the water pump, brake light switch, timing belt, v-belt, and front shocks this weekend. Also got the new IAP air cleaner assembly. Need to figure out the brake flex-line hoses. Need to figure out a warm idle adjustment....

Need more time driving it!

Wheeee!

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Burger-nirvana


OrderUp!
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.

This place is fast becoming a favorite. Not so basic that you throw your own trash away, but not so fancy that you get a waiter. You order from the counter, a classic white tile and slate countertop affair. With classic lines somehow evocative of a 1950's burger joint, the bamboo hardwood floor and multicolored wall menu keep things contemporary. The main interior wall is a split personality - half over scaled B&W winter portrait of an ash forest, half mirrored wall reflecting the three exterior window walls - looking out under a cheerful red awning that shades sprightly little tables with red market umbrellas tucked between boxwoods.

Nearly idyllic.

The only discordant note is the presentation of the food - paper wrapped burgers, plastic soup bowls, and disposable plastic utensils make an elegant and clean setting feel vaguely like a trailer park picnic. Taste the soup though - and you'll change your mind. The chicken tortilla has some kick (this is after all San Antonio - home of kick-ass Tex-Mex). But it's an understated heat that keeps it's distance and doesn't overwhelm the fresh avocado topping, nor does it leave your taste buds numb to the real treat.

The burger.

Oh yes. This is a BURGER...ia...

Get rid of the paper. It just gets in the way. Pick it up, and you notice two things right away - the heft, and the bun. This burger clearly has REAL BEEF in it, lovingly ensconced in the perfect burger bun. The baker who made this bun clearly loves his beef. This isn't some undersized supermarket bun, this is sized correctly, sized BIG, and it’s FRESH.

You can feel the softness, allowing the proper degree of bun flexibility so that the burger construction flexes, doesn't fall apart and crumble in your hands. The insides of the bun are toasted for a light, fresh crunch. The lettuce and tomato are a crisp counterpoint to the melted blue cheese and thin-sliced bacon.

Normally I'm not a fan of thin sliced bacon, but this is done right, and achieves a consistent crispness that crunches "just right". The burger is meaty without being too fatty, or in your face with HOW MUCH of it there is. The flavor of the beef is excellent, and coalesces with the bacon, blue cheese, and bun to recombine into something greater than the sum of it's pieces.

Burger-nirvana.

All too quickly the experience is done, leaving you with some greasy paper, and thoughts about when you can next make an excuse to come visit.