celticwarlock
Active Member
It all started when I was a young lad back in 1994, when I purchased my first vehicle: A 1972 Chrysler New Yorker (440/727/8-3/4, triple black) for a mere $250. A friend of mine was eyeballing a '56 Chevy somebody had on their property, along with a few other cars that were scattered about. Among them was the Chrysler, and though it had not run in over 4 years, it seemed salvageable, even to my untrained eyes. I knew almost nothing about cars, but I'd always loved older vehicles, and was assured by a few friends (one of whom was already a professional mechanic by then) that I would be helped along the way. After months of waiting (for a variety of reasons), I was finally able to set a date when the car would be brought to my garage. It just so happened that the day that we went to go pick it up, a snow and ice storm was bearing down on central New Jersey. The tow truck, which was scheduled to pick the car up at a certain time, was first late, and then had to cancel the pick-up altogether. I was on and off the phone with the towing company for about an hour before I finally convinced them to send another driver out to the property and pick it up. It was winched up onto a flatbed, and off we went. When we got to my house, the truck let the car down and we tried rolling it into the garage. No chance. The driveway was covered in ice, and the rear drums were partially hung up. We even tried pushing it in with another car, which failed completely. In the end, we had to chisel toe holds in the ice and use brute force to muscle it into the garage. The car spent 3 months in there as it was prepared for the road. I got lots of advice about the mechanics of the car, and much of it was bad. The single worst thing I did was remove the valve covers and then the rocker shafts to clean them up a bit BEFORE starting the car (remember, I was just learning the very basics of cars in general, and I did not know enough yet to contradict anyone giving me "advice"). Even though they were torqued correctly, this procedure (apparently) collapsed and wiped out 14 out of 16 lifters. The valves made a MONSTROUS amount of noise. Pushrods were bending every so often after I got the car started, and because I was totally broke by then, I had to drive it like that to get to work. This went on for about 2 months. This was not the only problem that plagued that car from the beginning, however. On its maiden voyage, a bunch of garbage from the gas tank had washed into the fuel filter and the carburetor, causing it to stall out. This was a persistent issue until we dropped the gas tank and got all the funk and rust out of there. The motor itself, however, was clearly an even more pressing issue. Eventually, my friend and I went to "Harry's U-pull-it" in PA to find some parts for it, and came across a wrecked Formal with about 25,000 miles on it. It had a 440, and the motor was spotless inside. We took the lifters out, finished our shopping, and brought everything home. We almost didn't make it.....we were driving an uninspected and unregistered '88 Cutlass Ciera because the NY was in sore disrepair, and were eyeballed by a cop on I-81. We carefully drove back to my place, soaked the lifters over a few days, repainted the manifold and valve covers, and installed everything. The car ran beautifully after that for about a month. Soon after, the transmission began to slip. Little did I know it was because the crank pulley had cut two grooves in one of the lines, and it was losing fluid. I knew there was a leak, but I could not find it until it was too late. By the time I found out where it was leaking from, the transmission had suffered some pretty significant damage, even though I was replacing what it was losing. Again, we went to Harry's, and I went around with a transmission dipstick to every C-body I could find, testing the fluid of each one. I came across a '73 Fury with perfect fluid, and began taking the transmission out. While I was doing this, roasting in the August sun with gravel digging into my back, my friend (who was supposed to be lending a hand) fell asleep on the front bench seat. Some time later, a couple of guys came by and I could hear them snickering as they stood and watched me. Thoroughly pissed off, I crawled out from beneath the Fury to ask what was so funny. They then told me that the motor in the Fury was seized, making it impossible to get at all the flex plate bolts. One of them said, "You'll never get that trans out of there.". I responded, "Watch me.". I finished removing almost all the bolts, and stuffed some tires and other items under the transmission to give it some support. I made sure everything was wedged firmly under there. I then removed what bolts remained. I woke my friend up and he and I began kicking at the tires, and the transmission began to walk away from the motor. Eventually, the input shaft was clear of the converter and we dragged the transmission out from under the Fury. I then carried it some of the way to the parts counter (with several stops to rest, and once trying to drag it on a discarded door panel). Little did I know they had carts for rent. That would have saved me a lot of effort. Anyway, it was brought home in the trunk of my other friend's Audi, and installed in the NY a few days later. We took it on a 100 mile joyride the same night we installed it. Some time after that, we took it to North Carolina so my friend could take care of some family business. It ran beautifully, both there and back. We ran out of gas money on the return trip through Virginia, though, and had to park in a truck stop. We had installed a CB in the car before the trip, and it came in handy. We keyed up on a busy channel and asked if anyone wanted to buy a pair of Pioneer 6X9 speakers I had laying around in my trunk. A small bidding competition ensued, and we got about $50 for them....enough to buy gas and go home. I had the car for a few more months, and then certain life events made it necessary to give it up. I sold it to someone else I knew who pulled the motor for his tow truck, and sold the trans & body to a guy who was to drop a motor in it and finish some of the body work the car needed. I went into a lot of detail in this first entry because this car somehow withstood all of my ignorance and initial stupidity back then when it came to cars, and although my shortcomings at the time should have destroyed it, the mighty Chrysler persevered, and even became (eventually) one of the best running cars I have EVER owned. The motor and trans episodes are just PART of what that long-suffering car went through at my inexperienced hands, but in the end, after it all got sorted out, I drove it everywhere. There is nothing I appreciate more in a machine than durability, and I felt indebted to that car (and I still do, in a way) because of its forgiving nature, and its will to live. I have developed an appreciation for many different makes and models over the years, but I became a staunch advocate of Chrysler products as a result of that car. The love affair continues to this day.
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