Taylormade

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  1. I wonder if it was an option? It obviously wasn't a coupe - sedan thing if your one coupe had broadcloth.
  2. Maybe it was a Dodge thing. My fabric isn't mohair, more of a broadcloth. Phil Kennedy had what appeared to be the same fabric in his original car. By the way, I'll measure the hood when I'm there tomorrow and take a few more pictures.
  3. On my way to the body shop tomorrow to take the interior out of the DL. Sometime before I bought the car in 1965, someone started to reupholster the car in black vinyl. They did the front seat, the passenger side door panels and the headliner. Ever seen a black vinyl headliner before? I haven't. I guess something happened and they quit, leaving me with a mish-mash of original cloth and cheap vinyl. It will be interesting to see if LeBaron Bonney or SMS have anything close to the original fabric. It's a tan broadcloth with very small, almost invisible, close spaced ribs. Interestingly, the seats and the door panels have the same fabric - different from many cars of this era I've seen that use a less expensive cloth on the doors.. I'm going to have to rely on Phil Kennedy's photos for the original headliner. The plainer fabric around the rear window and between the doors is still there for a sample and patterns. I'll take some pictures of the process and of what I find lurking below. Also, as soon as the inner window frames have been removed it's time for woodgraining - something I'm really looking forward to.
  4. Thanks, Ian. I've been reading your restoration thread with interest. I wish I was as far along as you are. Most of the Midwestern U.S. is, indeed, in the middle of nowhere, which is why a lot of us live here.
  5. Once we arrived at the shop - too far back in the country for the semi to get to - we backed her into the shop and Ed, the body expert, and I took a close look at the car. Aside from the aforementioned problems a few other areas that will need work reared their ugly heads. Mice had gotten in under the passenger side door sills and had eaten away a lot of the metal. this hole shows the worst of it, but the whole strip from cowl to the fender will need to be replaced. Not the kind of news I wanted to hear. Although the car was high and dry for 45 years, the mouse urine did a number on the metal. I have no clue where this came from. Ed thinks something may have gotten behind the poor undercoating the car received at one point in its life. This is an easy fix. The rear door seems to have been sprung at one time. This will need some sheet metal massaging and hinge work. My wife and I are going back to the shop this weekend to remove the interior and get things ready for the woodgraining and upholstery work. The good news is that all the door handles, knobs, ashtrays and other hard to find items are still there. I am looking for a backseat footrest if anyone has one.
  6. Daphne arrived in central Missouri yesterday, overshooting her eventual home in Illinois in order to get her to the body/sheetmetal shop where her fenders and other assorted damage will be addressed. Passport Transport did a nice job getting her there in one piece. She shared space with a Ferrari, a Tesla, a 427 Corvette and a Porsche. Slumming to say the least. We got her off loaded, onto the trailer and off to the restoration shop.
  7. Last month I traveled from Southern Illinois to Connecticut to get my first look at Daphne after 45 years. Phil Kennedy (the current editor of the Dodge Brothers Club magazine) had sent me pictures, so I was prepared. I didn't think she'd look like she had in 1967, but it was still something of a shock as I still remembered her as she was all those years ago. She'd been sitting up on blocks in the same garage since 1970, most of the time sharing the space with Phil's grandmother's DeSoto Hemi. After Phil sold the DeSoto, Daphne shared the garage with Daisy, Phil's "new" 32 DL. This is what I saw when the garage door first opened. Although I think Phil was a much better caretaker than I was, a few bumps and bruises had appeared over the years. The first was an unpleasant encounter with the back of a truck that left the two front fenders a bit worse for wear. Next up was damage that occured in 1970 when an icy driveway made it impossible to get Daphne in the garage. As she sat in the drive that night, a giant slab of ice slid off the roof and landed square on her roof, leaving a dent, then it bounced off and mangled the cowl and hood. The result, a dent in the roof above the windshield, broken trim piece on the cowl, dented cowl, smashed driver's side hood, flattened headlight and dented radiator shell. The damage to the driver's side rear fender, done when I owned her, was still there. Note the chip off the tail light stalk. Sometime in the early eighties, Phil had attempted to replace the rear inner axle seals. Once he had everything apart, he discovered he couldn't find the correct seals, so the rear end remained disassembled for several decades. Phil and I put things back temporarily so we could transport the car to my place. Phil did most of the work while I took pictures. Then we took her off the blocks and set her on the 45 year old tires - which still hold air. We actually got her started and backed partially out of the garage where she enjoyed sunlight for the first time in nearly half a century. All in all, it was great to see Phil again and catch up. It was also a sobering reminder that I wasn't going to have an easy job with the restoration.
  8. 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.
  9. Notice there is no motor in the Model T.
  10. <script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript" src="http://pix04.revsci.net/F08747/b3/0/3/1204111/488125396.js?D=DM_LOC%3Dhttp%253A%252F%252Fforums.aaca.org%252Fnewreply.php%253Fdo%253Dpostreply%2526t%253D347673%2526_rsiL%253D0%26DM_REF%3Dhttp%253A%252F%252Fforums.aaca.org%252Ff190%252Fchrysler-1929-serie-75-wood-floor-347673.html%26DM_EOM%3D1&C=F08747"></script><iframe style="top: -9999em; width: 10px; height: 10px; position: absolute;" id="twttrHubFrameSecure" tabIndex="0" src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets/hub.html" frameBorder="0" allowTransparency="true" name="twttrHubFrameSecure" scrolling="no"></iframe><iframe style="top: -9999em; width: 10px; height: 10px; position: absolute;" id="twttrHubFrame" tabIndex="0" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets/hub.html" frameBorder="0" allowTransparency="true" name="twttrHubFrame" scrolling="no"></iframe> There actually is a difference - Marine plywood has five or more layers that are bound together with waterproof adhesive, which allows it to bear heavier loads and repel moisture from its core. 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  11. For floorboards I'd use marine plywood. Sills should be oak or ash, but it's not necessary for floorboards. My 32 Dodge has the original plywood floorboards and they've held up pretty well. I'm lucky, though, as the rest of the body is all steel. The only wood is the floorboards, some small pieces to nail interior trim to and the top. The 29 Plymouth was a complete wood framwork with the sheet metal nailed over it. A real pain to restore!
  12. I would stay away from Poplar. As an example check the hardness rating for the following woods. White Oak 1360 Ash 1320 Red Oak 1260 Pine 690 Poplar 540 Poplar is easy to work but does not have the strength for auto body applications. Notice that Ash is slightly softer than White Oak, but Ash is often recommeded due to it's superior flexibility - it can bend better without breaking, yet is still very hard and durable. You won't go wrong with White Oak or Ash.
  13. If you use oak, make sure it is White Oak not Red Oak. White oak is harder, more durable and in similar environments, White Oak resists buckling, bending and warping better than Red Oak. And use marine plywood on the floors as it's designed to resist moisture.
  14. Ash is the best. I used it on a 1929 Plymouth restoration with very good results. it's a hard wood and not all that easy to work, but its durable and flexible. Make sure you screw the new wood framwork together as it was originally done. The structure has to have some flex. A buddy of mine glued everything up tight as a drum on his roadster and the wood started cracking after a few years due to vibration that had no where to go. If you replicate the factory method you'll have the best results.
  15. Charlie, Sent you an email.
  16. Here's a shot of the Gee Bee Senior Sportster.
  17. <quickprintreadystate style="display: none;"></quickprintreadystate>I don't know about experts, but there are enough of us around to correct someone who makes a major error - which I seem to do on a regular basis.. It's a 1 to 5 system, with 1 being a show car and 5 being a vehicle that needs a total restoration. Based on the seller's description, his Dodge sounds like about a 4 minus. I agree with keiser31, I sure would like to see some pictures. It sounds like the car is rotting away, but I doubt if it will be sold with that kind of price tag.
  18. And if you don't want the Dodge, he has a 50s Pontiac in similar condition for the same price. Sorry, no pictures.
  19. Yes, he does have a lot of gall asking $18,500 for what sounds like a number 4-5 car. And only you, Phil, could come up with something that obscure!
  20. I had to laugh when I saw this. I mean, I love DBs and want to save all of them, but I'm afraid this guy has a slightly inflated sense of what they are worth. A sedan - and no pictures. Dodge : Other None in Dodge | eBay Motors
  21. That shortcut doesn't work and I can't find them on a Google search. Where are they located?
  22. Well, I just heard from West Petersen that Jere Verdones died several years ago. The website is still up and an answering machine is still picking up calls, so I was surprised to hear that news. Has anyone used a small scale casting service that they were happy with? I need to cast a rear tail light stand and the decorative chrome piece on the cowl between the two vents on my 1932 Dodge DL sedan. I have both parts and can build them up to make nice patterns. I'm in the St. Louis, Missouri area, but anyone who is good will do, no matter where they are.
  23. I'm very sorry to hear that. The website is still up, so I assumed they were still doing business. Thanks.