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The local Memorial Day parade organizers asked if I would agree to drive my 1963 300 Pacesetter convertible in their parade. In the past, I've shepherded veteran honorees in my 1960 New Yorker. But now that it was known that I had a convertible, "That would be so much nicer!"
"Absolutely!" I replied.
So there is now ONE WEEK to go before the parade. Of course, the brakes on my 1963 suffered a total lockup from a failed master cylinder, cooking the front brakes and damaging the piston seals in the left front wheel cylinder. I can't reuse the old seals, not even for a 3 mph parade.
Local auto parts stores were extremely helpful and patient looking to help me out. Two of three had no solution. No piston seals, no rebuilt wheel cylinders. Shop number three, "No piston seals. But we have the wheel cylinder. I'm seeing one in stock in another store." Only 20 minutes away! Great! I got the part number and headed out.
I went into the store, bought left AND right wheel cylinders (the last ones -- buy 'em when you see 'em) and drove home. With hope, I'll have the car back together by 9:00 am Monday, ready for the parade and the thumbs-up smiles.
Don't you love having to find parts and fix your car on a deadline? Got any tales to tell? Isn't this a great hobby?
"Absolutely!" I replied.
So there is now ONE WEEK to go before the parade. Of course, the brakes on my 1963 suffered a total lockup from a failed master cylinder, cooking the front brakes and damaging the piston seals in the left front wheel cylinder. I can't reuse the old seals, not even for a 3 mph parade.
Local auto parts stores were extremely helpful and patient looking to help me out. Two of three had no solution. No piston seals, no rebuilt wheel cylinders. Shop number three, "No piston seals. But we have the wheel cylinder. I'm seeing one in stock in another store." Only 20 minutes away! Great! I got the part number and headed out.
I went into the store, bought left AND right wheel cylinders (the last ones -- buy 'em when you see 'em) and drove home. With hope, I'll have the car back together by 9:00 am Monday, ready for the parade and the thumbs-up smiles.
Don't you love having to find parts and fix your car on a deadline? Got any tales to tell? Isn't this a great hobby?
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