Rollin to The Ranch |
After waiting for months to cash in on my birthday present from my wife, the time had finally come. She gave me 3.73's and a posi for the Mustang for my birthday in March and this weekend, Fathers Day weekend of all weekends, was when it would finally come together.
My Dad had sourced the parts and we were ready to roll. I picked up a new pair of struts to put on since the current ones were SHOT and snagged a stereo wiring harness to rewire the inside for some tunes.
I rolled out of town around 3 with the top down and clouds in the sky. It was a great drive aside from the bouncy front from the shot struts.
Got to The Ranch late Friday and overslept. Then up and at it at 9:00 in the shop to begin.
Started with the struts. Eezy Breezy and done in 'bout 45 mins.
Up in the air and ready to get to work. |
Out with the old. The nasty, shitty old... |
In with the new. Onto the real work. Movin to the back of the car. Need to get the brakes off and axles out to free up the current 2.63's and get those shitty gears OUT. |
8.8 housing is in and we're pushing forward. |
Locker is in and being capped in place |
Rad TA Aluminum cover ON. Overkill Much? Yep! |
Plasma cutters are the best. They cut metal. Very easily. And make a shit ton of sparks. So pretty much the perfect tool! |
We're about done with pictures now as things are about to go to shit. We just about had the control arms good to go for the sway bar when Dad comes up with a side plan. "Lets quit dickin with these arms and button up one side so we know for certain these axles and all are gonna work". Sure, we'd been fucking with cutting little by little out for the last 40 mins, so im down to switch it up.
Passenger side axle in, C-Clip eliminator bracket spacer thingy bolted on, knuckle and wheel studs on, dust shield on, slide the rotor on, caliper...NOT ON. It wont go. IT WONT FUCKING GO ON?!?!?!
Stop.
Whats happening here?
This housing came from a Fox Body stang and had drum brakes on it. Son of a bitch. This might not work. We're at the end here. Only thing after the caliper is the wheel. This can't be.
I think. I ask "can't we just get a different rotor in the morning?" The depth of the rotor hat was not leaving enough room between the inside rotor face and the mounting surface for the caliper. Technically, yes, one could buy a different rotor that should work. But what rotor? Who knows. Im sure someone knows, but without guessing and buying 10 different rotors theres no way to know how this could be made right.
So, at about 8:30 it was time to stop. My nephews had been nagging for Pops and YaYa had to go to bed. So out to the camper to try and find some clarity in this shit ball of a situation while the boys ran around and got ready for camper sleepin.
Oddly stitched up "photosphere" pic i took with my phone. Searching for answers. Not finding any... |
I knew this already, but hearing it sucked nuts.
Now its dark, a bit stormy out and windy, so im solo in the shop as Dads gotta hang with the boys till they're asleep. Off i went, loosening all the nuts I've worked on since 10am. Some ive done more than once. I can't believe this is happening.
There it is at about 11pm. Back out of the car. Anyone need a nice 8.8 with 3.73's and a locker for a fox with drum brakes? |
Worked till about 1:00 am and got most of the stocker back in. Thank God we didn't trash anything taking it out, cause why wouldn't we? A 7.5 rear end with 2.73's is only worth its weight in scrap. But it was fine and almost back in. Would just have to tighten some bolts and install the brakes in the morning.
Up around 7. Off to breakfast and back in the shop a bit before 9. Everything buttoned back up, car down.
"hey dad, grab me a size large shirt. i didn't bring enough clothes to work on the car this much" He brings me a swanky 2xl super bright crazy race shirt. Thanks Dad. |
I installed a Hurst short-throw shifter that a friend said we could have if I gave him my stock shifter...thats an easy deal. That took about 20 mins and i hit the road around 11:30 am for a fathers day grill out with my wife's fam. It was about 85 degrees and super sunny which meant i was rolling with the top down since the A/C doesn't work.
So thats that. A true test of a Father and Sons sanity. Turns out, we're both completely fucking nuts, but i suppose we knew that already. No where near the outcome we were hoping for, but I wouldn't trade those days with my Father for anything in the world.
Off to find an 8.8 housing from an SN95 Mustang so we can do it all over again.