Taylormade

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  1. I have tried to explain the Floating Power system to Sactownog several times in the past. I must be doing a bad job, as it doesn’t seem to be getting through. This system makes it difficult to install a different transmission due to the design of the motor/transmission mounts. The car already has a non-original, later engine, so originality isn’t an issue. If you get by the mounting problem, you may find the the design of the X-frame may not give you enough room for the much longer overdrive unit. Anyway you cut it, this isn’t a drop in swap. You will have to remove the motor and trans, design and fabricate new mounts and supports, and probably have to cut on the frame. If you current;y are confused as to the difference between Floating Power and freewheeling, you need to do more research before taking on this project. It would be easier and less work to get a modern overdrive unit designed to work between the trans and the differential. They have been discussed many times on these forums.
  2. I was recently contacted by a gentleman who wanted me to do a 3D model of a classic British racing car, the ERA. Due to a communications error, he thought the drawings could be used to produce a model on a 3D printer, but they are actually for printing out photo-realistic images of the car. I put a lot of work into this project and thought I would at least show the folks on the forum the results. I created each part of the car in a program called Blender, then colored and textured everything. If anyone out there would like a model of their car (which can be rendered from any angle with any type of lighting), PM me and we can talk.
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    The guy with the LaSalls

    I bought a set of bumpers for my 32 Dodge Brothers from him five years ago. He was quite a guy, a bit eccentric, but very nice. He threw in 3 hubcaps for free when we made the deal. I hope he gets some help.
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    WHAT OIL GOES IN OIL BATH FILTER

    If you’re using 85W-140 in your crankcase, you have a problem.
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    1941 Packard Is there $250 of value?

    Considering the shabby interior and the amount of rust in the trunk floor, this looks like an old modified car that had seen better days before the accident. Still, a shame to see it destroyed.
  6. While certainly not anywhere near the quality or rarity of most of the cars on this thread, my 1932 Dodge Brothers DL sedan has a rather interesting story in the "where did they go" category. In 1965, I bought this car while a sophomore at Syracuse University. The picture below is the day I purchased it. It was owned by one of the professors at the school and came out of Maryland. Back then it was just an old car, 33 years old, but even then, prewar cars were a bit unusual and it always attracted a certain amount of attention around the campus. I always thought it was a particularly nice looking car, even though the Dodge Brothers eights had a slightly longer hood. Sadly, in 1967 I was forced to sell my beloved old heap and a fellow fraternity brother, Phil Kennedy, took possession of my car. Here's a photo Phil (now Editor of the Dodge Brothers Club Magazine) took soon after he acquired it. Not bad for a mid-priced car. After college, I lost track of Phil and my old car, often wondering if it had survived, who now owned it and where it was. I bought and restored other cars, but the Dodge was always in the back of my mind. Then, while reconnecting with another fraternity brother a few years ago, Phil's name came up and the discussion came around to the old Dodge. He said Phil still owned the car! I was stunned. In, fact, it could be seen in his driveway in the then current Goggle Earth photo of Phil's house. I managed to contact Phil and discovered the car had been slumbering in his grandmother's (now his) garage since 1970. He had since purchased another very original DL and told me he wasn't up for restoring my/his car - would I be interested in buying it back! I flew to Connecticut and laid eyes on my first car after 44 years. There it was, in the garage, just waiting for me. I'm almost done restoring her and hope to have her back on the road this summer.
  7. I grew up in Detroit. I last visited the city in 2014 for the Dodge Brothers Club Centennial Meet. I doubt if I will ever go back. I know why your wife was crying. Everything I knew and loved in the city was disintegrating or gone. Urban blight was just a few blocks away from my maternal grandfather's wonderful Tudor-styled home, built in 1927. My dad was an executive with General Motors, working his way up from claims adjuster for the old Motors Insurance Corporation to regional vice president at GMAC. When we went to look at our first house (1950) it was a gutted, collapsing shell in what had once been a nice suburban neighborhood. My fraternal grandfather was the chief engineer in the design of the Chevy Stovebolt six, and designed the Chevy assembly plant in Brazil. He was also an engineer for Gar Wood Industries (Wood became a multi-millionaire after designing the hydraulic lift for dump trucks) and worked on one of the first rear-engined city bus designed. See his house was the only bright spot as it was out in Rochester, near Meadowbrook - the old Dodge estate, and was still in a nice area. What was once a thriving, energetic city is a run-down mess, it's architecture, history and very life slowly fading away. All I could think of was the ruins of ancient Rome.
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    Your Future, will you fit?

    Electric cars for everybody simply asks the question - are there enough natural resources to sustain such a thing. Currently, no. Lithium supplies, energy grid output and other factors will be a problem. As it usually does, civilization will solve the problems in unexpected and sometimes disturbing ways. Travel bans, edicts making people work out of their homes, restricting households to a finite number of jobs - many such unpleasant things may be coming down the road (or whatever travel means may be in effect at the time.) I'll be long gone and won't have to worry about it. When I graduated college the big thing was flying cars and colonies on Mars and the Moon by the year 2000. Never happened. Nobody saw the coming of portable computers, social media, cell phones, flat screen TVs and the changes in social attitudes. How many science-fiction films or books predicted same-sex marriages, universal abortions and all the other social mores we take for granted these days? Every generation comes up with their own doomsday scenario. They rarely get much of it right. My grandfather always told me he was amazed that he saw Haley's Comet, the Model T, and man land on the moon in his lifetime. When he was born, there were no cars on the roads, when he died, he had two nice Pontiacs in his garage. Things change and so do we.
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    Early DB Top help

    What type of sewing machine are you using to do the top?
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    Oil pressure

    Good news. I assume your engine has the screw off cover (like a large domed acorn nut) that gives access to the relief valve. Did yours have a gasket? If not, did you get any leakage around the cover when you had the higher oil pressure. My car has the same problem and I got some noticeable leakage from the cover when I first started her up.
  11. 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

    I’m organizing my remaining parts for final assembly this Spring. My wife and I gathered everything, boxed and labeled each part down to the last nut and bolt. We are about 2/3 of the way through and should finish up this coming week. I’m worried about several parts that don’t seem to be turning up so I’m asking in advance in case anyone can help me out. I’m missing one door latch striker and one of the headlight sockets for a headlight. This is the socket that plugs into the bottom of the headlight from the outside with the flexible wire conduit attached. l’ll post photos and dimensions tomorrow. I was relieved to find most everything else was safe and sound after five years and a move to a new house.
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    Fantom Works

    Unfortunately it all started with American Chopper, which began as a show about a small motorcycle shop building custom rides, but quickly evolved into a soap opera with father and son screaming at each other for an hour. The network quickly took notice of the show’s popularity and determined that the viewing audience wanted angst and hyper personalities over motorcycle building. For years this conflict/aggression/soap opera approach dominated car and bike shows, and still rears it’s ugly head at times today. CCC and Bitchn’ Rides have toned down the format, but the shows still use more gimmicks than actual restoration footage. Graveyard Cars has some good restoration information, but all the cars are similar and you can only show pieces on dashboard restoration (farmed out) and installing the k-member and motor from the bottom so many times before viewers nod off. So Mark Worman makes faces and annoys everyone in the shop and we are supposed to be amused. CCC bothers me because we always get to see what Wayne gets at the big money auctions, but never see what he initially paid for the car. It’s always him going off to negotiate with the seller, then he’s putting it in his trailer. Bitchn’ Rides is strictly for the resto-mod crowd. They do really nice work after they set up their Art Morrison chassis, but the “funny” bits are not all that funny. One thing producers finally learned is that viewers wanted to see a finished car at the end of the show. The bit about having to complete a car for some show or event in record time got old and actually comical. Now they shoot footage over a period of several years, then condense it down to a show or two. That’s why you see unfinished cars from last season in the background of some shots in current shows. I’m sure Phantom Works quit shooting a long time ago. They are just using the remainder of the footage already shot. We are basically a small group of restorers, affectonados and and enthusiasts. A nut and bolt show about cars and restoration, played totally straight, would not have a large enough audience to survive. I put together a long show on the 100th anniversary Dodge Brothers Meet in Detroit a few years ago ( I make videos for a living) that contained great shots of the cars, interviews with the owners, stories of their cars and restorations, the car parade at Meadowbrook Hall and visits to historic automobile sights in Detroit. When I show it to car folks they watch with rapt attention and want a copy. When I show it to friends and family they generally nod off. There just isn’t a big enough audience to support the type of show we would all like to see.
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    The Ressurection of Daphne - a 1932 DL

    Oh, and thanks everyone for the help and generous offers.
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    The Ressurection of Daphne - a 1932 DL

    Well, problem solved. As usual, my wife said, "Let me see that!" after listening to me grouse about the problem for an hour. She carefully unwound the wire (individual strands, not solid) and discovered the tip was actually a domed tack similar to the one in frank29u's photo. We still couldn't get the wires off the tack, but we could see the ends did not extend into the dome. So, they weren't molded in. I took the tack out to the garage, clamped it in the vise, hit it with a less than one second blast from my MAP torch and the wires just fell away. So, I'm thinking the pointed end of the tack was covered with a light coat of solder and then jammed into the end of the wire. You learn something every day. Behold the offending part.
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    The Ressurection of Daphne - a 1932 DL

    Hmmm, looks like they changed things by 32. No copper tube on my setup. Since the wires run through the springs on my socket, I would be worried if there was no insulation right up to the contact end. I'm thinking of making a reverse mold in hi-temp silicon, chopping up some electrical solder into tiny pieces and putting it into the depression, heating it up with a torch and dipping the end of the wire into the solder.
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    The Ressurection of Daphne - a 1932 DL

    Just the next time you get to the shop would be fine. If he's still around it would save me some time.
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    The Ressurection of Daphne - a 1932 DL

    I would be interested.
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    The Ressurection of Daphne - a 1932 DL

    No, we made the car noises at the upholstery shop. On the wiring, I wonder if they had a small mold they poured the hot solder in and then dipped the exposed wire into it while it was still liquid. There must have been a simple and quick way to produce these things at the factory.
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    The Ressurection of Daphne - a 1932 DL

    Then maybe the wiring was original. I guess it must have mummified into what made me think it was plastic. So, now what?
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    The Ressurection of Daphne - a 1932 DL

    As I said earlier I picked up my front seat from the upholstery shop. Looks good. The new wood base I made fits perfectly which was a relief. It was hard to get a straight on shot due to current storage in my living room corner and the parallax makes the top buttons look crooked - which they are not. I'm working on my headlight wiring which was in rough shape. This is the wiring section inside the headlight itself. The socket on the left is for the bulb, the one on the right fits into a receptacle in the headlight shell and connects to the wire that goes through a chrome conduit and through the fender. As you can see, the wires are totally shot. The plastic coated wires indicate that this has been rewired in the past. The wires run into the socket through the fiber spacers and one wire through each of the two springs inside. Everything, with the exception of the wires, just needed to be cleaned up and reassembled. I have a question concerning the replacement of the wiring. This setup has the usual wire running to the raised buds or bumps that are contact points. I would like to save the original parts if possible, or am I making a mistake and should I go with replacements at this point? I assume the wire is soldered into to these tips, but I'm amazed how clean the joint is. I see virtually no signs of solder anywhere. Is there a narrow post extending down from the tip the the end of the wire surrounds and then everything is soldered? Do I need to be careful when I loosen this joint? I don't want to melt the tip in the process. Any advice here would be welcome. I also noticed the the wire insulation covered everything right to the base of the tip. I can see pulling the insulation back when making the first solder, then pushing it back up when finished. But the second set would seem to be a problem as the wire is short and I doubt the stiffness of the insulation would allow me to pull it back enough to solder. Let me know what you think. As I've stated before, electrical wiring is not my strong point.
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    1920 Elgin Six Touring

    A really cool and interesting car. My only problem, and I say this with disappointment because this is a lovely car, is the seventies paint job. Who, why and when did restorers decide that beige bodies with chocolate fenders was the way to go? It’s not even mildly charming, like the old avocado green kitchen appliances - and that was the original color. I’m not sure what the original color/colors were on this car, but it had to be more attractive than the current paint job. Again, not denigrating the car, just someone’s past mistake in choosing those awful colors.
  23. Thanks, Mike, for letting all us armchair idiots know what a bunch of losers we are. Glad you took the time to breeze in and admonish all of us, as you apparently don’t sit in front of your keyboard ready to tear into posts “like a butcher with a clever” like the rest of us. This must have been a one time occurrence when you happened to do exactly what you’re criticizing the rest of us for doing. Nice to have someone with your acumen in all things automotive set the forum straight.
  24. I think Gunsmoke is just pointing out that here are very few people - even on this forum - who could undertake a restoration of this car, or who would want to, given that they would be deep in a hole financially when (if ever) they finished it. You are going to have to find a Marquette enthusiast - few and far between - with either the hands on ability, or the deep pockets to restore this car. Hard enough, but add a ten grand starting fee and you’re in never never land. He is stating the truth, either you want to sell it or save it. No one is going to promise, with any certainty, that they will “save” the car. In most cases, the buyer will probably store it in his garage/shed, look at it affectionately and dream about a restoration that will never happen. Then they - or their heirs - will flip it. They are your cars to do with what you will, but if saving them is your number one priority, better storage should have been a major consideration. Congrats on keeping them all these years, but face it, as you yourself have stated, most of them are rough and a mess.
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    1935 Lincoln K Club Sedan

    This is brutal Matt, and nothing I can say will make it any better. I remember my frustrations trying to take my rubber mounted Floating Power transmission apart on my 32 Dodge Brothers. It was a nightmare. Now I can do it blindfolded. I know you’re a long way from solving your problem, and that you may never solve it, but I sure hope things will work out with the Lincoln. The fact that this happened to a knowledgeable car dealer like yourself gives all of us pause when considering buying a higher end car.