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  1. Taylormade

    1912 Metz Model 22 Roadster

    The only price I see is $495. If so, I’ll take it!
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    The Ressurection of Daphne - a 1932 DL

    That’s a possibility, but I don’t relish taking the transmission apart after I just rebuilt it.
  3. This is the story of Daphne, the Black Daliha, my once and future 1932 Dodge DL sedan. Warning: this is a story of lust, loss of innocence, betrayal and redemption. Read at your own risk. It was 1965. I was a sophomore at Syracuse university. Life was good. Vietnam was just a distant dark cloud on the horizon. I had everything - except a car. I'd just joined Delta Tau Delta Fraternity. All the cool guys in the frat owned cars. I wanted to be a cool guy. I lusted after a set of wheels. But not the wheels the other brothers were driving; not an MGA, or a new Chevy convertible, or a 58 Corvette, no, I lusted after a big, black 1930s sedan. After all, my favorite TV show had been "The Untouchables." Those long, curvey, full-fendered monsters roaring down a rain-slicked street got my blood boiling. Not a coupe, not even a convertible, but a four door sedan - with sidemounts, of course. That was MY idea of a car! I was immediately shunned by most of my fraternity brothers. On a pleasant spring day I was walking to class and happened to pass by the staff parking lot. Sitting there, under a huge oak, was the car of my dreams. Stunned, I pushed my way through the hedge to get a better look at her. It said Dodge Brothers on the winged badge that adorned the chrome radiator shell. The front fenders held magnificent spoked wheels and hulking Allstate tires. The four door body, black as coal, stretched off into the distance. Lust doesn't even describe my feeling at that moment. I had to own that car. I would kill to own that car. Two minor problems: I couldn't find the owner and I was broke. Day after day I passed by my obsession on the way to class. She sat there, taunting me. My attention slipped, my grades suffered. I spent long nights staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Then, one day, I noticed something different about the black beauty. Was it...? Yes, a sign in the window: black with red letters - FOR SALE. And below, in ball point pen - $400. My euphoria was short-lived as I suddenly realized the magnitude of my dilemma. My heart sank. I was doomed. Where was I going to come up with four hundred large? My palms grew damp, my eyesight dimmed. This couldn't be happening. Someone was bound to snap up this gem and she would be gone forever! What to do, what to do? Holding up a convenience store was out of the question. What would my parents say if I got caught? My parents...hmmmm. Yeah, I could call my dad, already strapped with paying my tuition and gearing up for my brother's entrance into the ivy halls of higher academia, and try to extort the $400 from him. My mouth dry, my fingers numb, I dialed sunny California - where my parents had conveniently moved from New York just after I decided on Syracuse as college of choice - and hit up the old man for four hundred clams. Things remained fairly calm until I mentioned the car in question was a Dodge. My father, a GM claims adjuster/manager/executive for 18 years (it would be 40 years before he retired) was appalled. A Chrysler Product! Was I out of my mind? And what year was it? I wasn't sure; late twenties, early thirties? Who cared? It was cool! To this day I don't know why my father said yes to my buying a 33 year old non GM product, but he did. He sent me the money and I was the proud owner of a 1932 Dodge Brothers DL sedan. My loss of innocence came fast and hard. I treated my gem, my overwhelming desire, like dirt. She never let me down, despite my indifference, my abuse, my thoughtlessness. I was remiss in changing the oil, maintaining the fluid levels, washing her, keeping her safe. I drove her in the snow, in the slush, through the brutal upstate New York winters. I piled into a parked car during a blizzard and somehow managed to scrape up enough cash to have the damaged passenger side fender repaired - twenty-five bucks. I owed her that. A fellow Delt backed her out of the driveway - the driveway was our only parking space and musical cars was the game of the day - and he ran into a parked car across the street. The back window was small on these sedans - low visibility. Gone was the tail light and the fender was crumpled. I couldn't raise enough money to fix it, so I slapped on a cheap aftermarket tail light and soldiered on. She always started, always got me to where I was going, but my treatment of her was beyond the pale. Deep in my heart I knew I was the villain a she was the suffering victim. Then, the call from my dad. Oh, the horror, the horror! My brother was in college now, times were tough and he couldn't afford the car insurance anymore. I'd have to sell the Dodge. I begged and pleaded, tried to talk him into putting her into storage. No deal, sell the car. I put an ad in the paper. The guy who sold it to me called. I wanted $400. He said that was too high. No one wanted my car. It wasn't cool. I wasn't cool. Then a fellow Delt, a kindred spirit, Phil Kennedy, found out I was selling the old girl. His sensibilities were apparently as strange and twisted as mine. He wanted to buy the car. He loved the thirties styling. He'd never owned a car. He lusted after my Dodge. Just one problem - he was broke. He nervously called his father, who read him the riot act and then agreed to give Phil the money. The deal was made and the Dodge passed out of my life - I thought forever. Forty-five years passed. I met the girl of my dreams, got married, had a daughter, three grand-kids. I thought of my old Dodge often, wondering whatever had happened to her, figuring she was probably part of a 1986 Subaru or something equally horrifying. In a moment of insanity, I was talked into joining Facebook by my daughter and granddaughters. I began to catch up on old friends. I thought about Phil Kennedy and my old car. Any chance he still had...no, impossible. I finally tracked Phil down and discovered he had bought another 32 Dodge. My old car was sitting in his grandmother's - now his - garage, and had been there since 1970. At that point I had a 1948 Plymouth and a 50 Dodge Wayfarer roadster. Phil and I exchanged amenities and promptly lost track of each other for three years. I came in from the workshop one day after fighting with the rusted out floorboards of the convertible. My wife could see I was miserable. "Do you really care about the convertible?" she asked. Now, I thought the Wayfarer was a neat old car, but I had to admit my heart wasn't really in it. And then it came to me - the car I really wanted to restore, the only car I really wanted, was my old Dodge, my first car. I struggled to find Phil again. Would he still have the car? Would he sell it? Through another Delt brother I found Phil's email and sent him off the message. It was like that spring day in Syracuse all over again. I lusted after my old car and this time, if I was lucky enough to get her back, I would treat her like the lady she always was. Phil's reply was too good to be true. Since he had purchased his all original 32 he had decided he'd never have time to restore "my" old Dodge. He was thinking about selling her, and had actually though of me first - but he figured that since I already had two cars, I wouldn't be interested. I quickly got that idea out of his head! We made a deal and my first car was coming back home after 45 years. Over the last two months I have sold the Plymouth and the Wayfarer. I hated to see them go, but I wanted to devote all my time (and money) to the restoration of the Dodge. Here's the Plymouth heading off to Texas. I hope to have Daphne finished in time for the 100th anniversary of Dodge in 2014 and drive her up to the big show in Auburn Hills. It will be a daunting task, but she deserves it after what I put her through all those years ago.
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    The Ressurection of Daphne - a 1932 DL

    Unfortunately, I used the Permatex Quick Metal Sealer during the last go around. That’s why I thought I had the problem solved. As to the bolt, all my bolts have the DB logo stamped on them and I’m trying to keep things as original as possible. My knee problem seems minuscule next to your injuries. Glad you’re back on your feet.
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    The Ressurection of Daphne - a 1932 DL

    So I’m back at work on Daphne. The first thing I noticed were nearly all the nuts and bolts around the tranny and the handbrake had rusted to a rich golden brown. I spend two days cleaning them up and painting them. No big deal, except after I put the car up on stands I discovered a puddle of oil under the transmission. The leak that I thought I’d finally fixed last summer has returned with a vengeance. The oil is coming out around the shafts in the tranny. I thought I had sealed them up, but I was wrong. So out comes the tranny for the third time. This time I’m going to see if there is enough room to drive a freeze/casting plug into the shaft opening, providing I can find one with the correct diameter. I can’t understand why the trans was designed this way. It wouldn’t have been that hard to leave the rear shaft openings closed at the back of the transmission. Anyway, back to the drawing board.
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    Ball Bearings

    Anyone out there an expert on ball bearings? I discovered two 3/8 inch ball bearings in my transmission shifter gate are in less than stellar condition. They are simple round ball bearings held against a detent by a coil spring. I see they are available all over the place, but with different ratings and varying prices. What should I be looking for as far as hardness and material? Will stainless hold up, or should i stick with steel? I just want something that will wear well and hold up under the pressure of constant shifting. I know there is a lot of cheap Chinese junk on the market, so I'm searching for a good source. All this over two little balls of steel!
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    1949 tranny bucks and not much power

    SAE 10W
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    1949 tranny bucks and not much power

    As far as I know, these units take 10w oil, not tranny fluid.
  9. Wow, this should resolve most of those originality problems you’ve been having. Are you going to use the front fenders off the sedan? I recall the roadster fenders were a problem early on.
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    Hidem Welt

    Several month ago someone posted an excellent source for cloth hidem welt in various colors and patterns. The vendor was selling it in 30 and 60 foot rolls at a reasonable price. As usual, I managed to loose the the name of the company and their website. If anyone can help me get the information back, i would be eternally grateful.
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    Hidem Welt

    Yeah, I did the same search, but couldn't find the post I'm talking about. It may have been called something else, or buried in another topic. Hopefully, whoever posted the information will spot this and reply.
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    I’m back!

    Wow, sorry to hear that. I’ve enjoyed reading about all the trials and tribulations you’ve gone through with your car. Good luck with the sale.
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    Engine and transmision swap.

    What parts are you looking for? What model Chrysler? Four or six cylinder?
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    I’m back!

    Hell, I cried when I got my 32DL back after 45 years. First car I ever owned. Bought it in 1965 and sold it to a buddy in 1967 - forced to sell by my dad. Cried when I sold it, too. Luckily, my buddy kept it all those years. Pardon me while I break down. 😂
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    The Ressurection of Daphne - a 1932 DL

    Sitting around, waiting for my knee to heal, I dug out some photos of Daphne through the years of her restoration. I have to admit that the difference between the first photo ( the day I first saw her after 45 years and the last photo (a few months ago, before I installed the bumpers) is pretty remarkable. I'm heading out into the garage for the first time in many months to start working on her again. I'm still hobbling around, but I can actually move enough to work on the car. I won't make the national meet in Green Bay this year as i hoped, but the Lake of the Ozarks Meet in 2019 is my goal.
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    1933 Buick Series 90 Model 91

    IT's not always necessary. I've seen lead in perfect shape after eighty years, and I've seen it deteriorated, cracking and falling apart. On a full restoration, I'd take it out, make sure the surface below is in good shape, then replace with new lead - especially on a car with failed paint that's been out in the elements. Not always necessary, but a simple choice of how far you want to go. Body filler, even the reinforced variety might work, but I would question it's flexibility over a period of time. Filler is designed to be used in very thin coats, not in quarter inch slabs. Some of these leaded areas need a thicker coverage than practical with filler. But use what you think is practical, I've certainly been wrong before - and will be again. 😀
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    1933 Buick Series 90 Model 91

    It's lead, the "body filler" of the day. The old lead needs to be melted out and the area re-leaded, which takes some skill.
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    1931 Cadillac Rolling Chassis with Engine and Trans.

    Do those doors look odd? Maybe cut down coupe doors, or was this a cabriolet - though the cowl looks correct for a roadster.
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    1936 sidemount cover

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    1923 Buick

    How long ago did she run fine? Does the starter seem to spin about as fast as it did back in the day when the car would start? Before I messed with a 12 volt, I'd make sure the battery wires were in good shape, that there is a good ground, that the plugs are clean and in working order, the the motor is properly timed and gas is getting to the carb. Is the coil good? Make sure all the wiring is connected and in good shape.
  21. There are varying theories on this, ranging from absolute truth to total BS, but striking a hammer with another hammer is usually frowned upon. They can apparently shatter and spray metal shards. Just a friendly warning, and I may be all hot air.
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    Ian Greenlaw

    I feel your pain, Ian. Health issues and three film projects have my restoration temporarily stalled. My knee is now almost healed and I'm finishing up the last film, so with the weather warming up, I hope to get back to my car very soon. Sometimes I wonder where the time goes.
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    1930 Chrysler Anti-Squeak

    My 32 Dodge Brothers has anti-squeak between the fenders and frame. Orgininal to the car when I took it apart.
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    Wing and body fitting to chassis - 1927

    There is usually a thin anti-squeak material made of impregnated woven cloth between the body and frame. My 32 DB has a different mounting system, but my 29 Plymouth was set up like your car. It had the material between the fenders and the frame. The running board splash pans had the cutouts so they could be removed without taking the body bolts out. On my car, the rearmost hole in the fender lines up with the front body bolt and lines up the fender with the body. I can't remember if there was padding between the splash pan and the frame on the Plymouth, but there was between the body and the top of the splash pan.
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    The Ressurection of Daphne - a 1932 DL

    Hey guys, it's my knee that went bad. Thanks for the medical advice, but I obviously have to start posting something about restoring my car before this turns into General Hospital.😄😄