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Yes, that is correct... 240Z. As you may have noticed by the lack of updates on the 280Z build, it has come to a bit of a halt. The building which we leased was sold last fall, in which time the 280 was moved into a corner of a warehouse down the road. The new building situation has been up in the air, and has fallen through a few times over the past months. So, until we have our new building, the 280 is on hold as there just isn't space to properly build the frame. Don't give up just yet, we'll be back on it sooner than later:-)
With that being said, I wasn't about to sit around and occupy all of my time building other people's car's/parts (althgouh I still do plenty of that)... I needed something else I could work on. So I started looking for a 240Z.
I found one which looked decent down in Illinois. It was bright yellow, an according to the owner ran like a top when it was parked a couple years ago. So, clean out the old gas, clean the carbs and shake off the dust.... no problem. It was about 4 hours south of me, but after several phone calls with the owner, I was convinced that it was something I was going to get. I told the owner I'd arrange to come down, bring a car dolly and hand him a stack of hundreds. He said he'd air up the tires, and get it ready to go.
Fast forward to that night... we pull up the house (by this time its 9 pm, pitch black out, and maybe all of 35 degrees) and see the Z tucked in the back of the shed. Hmm...
I asked the owner to pull the car out of the shed so we could load it up. He says "I'm only going to move it if you're going to buy it". My friend Ross and I look at each other confused. I pointed to the car dolly on the back of the truck, and showed him the stack of cash. "I told you I was coming to buy this last weekend, and again each time we talked over the last 4 days... yea, I'm here to take it".
So, the car was burried under I couldnt tell you how many cans, old tools, all the shit weird ass people shove into a barn/shed...you name it. All four tires were flat. The rear diff had a jack under it. It looked like it hadn't moved in honestly 20 years (come to find out later he was the original owner, and hadn't driven it since the 80's).
We cleared the shit off of it, aired up the tires, and tried rolling it out of the shed.... I didn't even bother trying to start it. I just wanted it on the dolly so we could get the hell out of there... but no luck. The rear drums were seized. Back up on the jack it went, off came the rear wheels, and out came the torches and mallets. We beat and pried on the drums for an hour. We finally said f*ck it, and left with an empty dolly. I don't think we said more than two words on the four hour drive home. Even the fries as McDonnalds were a week old, I dumped my whole box out the window. It just wasn't or day....
Fast forward to three weeks later and I'm in Minnesota picking up this guy. A "little rough around the edges" as the Craigslist ad said, but solid. He guy even tossed in another set of doors, hood, hatch, rear tailights, dash, and a 5-speed tranny. Car on the trailer and parts in the back of the truck and we're on our way home!
Untitled by SENZA PARI #1, on Flickr
Back home safe in my driveway.
Untitled by SENZA PARI #1, on Flickr
Untitled by SENZA PARI #1, on Flickr
more to come on this in a few hours...
With that being said, I wasn't about to sit around and occupy all of my time building other people's car's/parts (althgouh I still do plenty of that)... I needed something else I could work on. So I started looking for a 240Z.
I found one which looked decent down in Illinois. It was bright yellow, an according to the owner ran like a top when it was parked a couple years ago. So, clean out the old gas, clean the carbs and shake off the dust.... no problem. It was about 4 hours south of me, but after several phone calls with the owner, I was convinced that it was something I was going to get. I told the owner I'd arrange to come down, bring a car dolly and hand him a stack of hundreds. He said he'd air up the tires, and get it ready to go.
Fast forward to that night... we pull up the house (by this time its 9 pm, pitch black out, and maybe all of 35 degrees) and see the Z tucked in the back of the shed. Hmm...
I asked the owner to pull the car out of the shed so we could load it up. He says "I'm only going to move it if you're going to buy it". My friend Ross and I look at each other confused. I pointed to the car dolly on the back of the truck, and showed him the stack of cash. "I told you I was coming to buy this last weekend, and again each time we talked over the last 4 days... yea, I'm here to take it".
So, the car was burried under I couldnt tell you how many cans, old tools, all the shit weird ass people shove into a barn/shed...you name it. All four tires were flat. The rear diff had a jack under it. It looked like it hadn't moved in honestly 20 years (come to find out later he was the original owner, and hadn't driven it since the 80's).
We cleared the shit off of it, aired up the tires, and tried rolling it out of the shed.... I didn't even bother trying to start it. I just wanted it on the dolly so we could get the hell out of there... but no luck. The rear drums were seized. Back up on the jack it went, off came the rear wheels, and out came the torches and mallets. We beat and pried on the drums for an hour. We finally said f*ck it, and left with an empty dolly. I don't think we said more than two words on the four hour drive home. Even the fries as McDonnalds were a week old, I dumped my whole box out the window. It just wasn't or day....
Fast forward to three weeks later and I'm in Minnesota picking up this guy. A "little rough around the edges" as the Craigslist ad said, but solid. He guy even tossed in another set of doors, hood, hatch, rear tailights, dash, and a 5-speed tranny. Car on the trailer and parts in the back of the truck and we're on our way home!
Untitled by SENZA PARI #1, on Flickr
Back home safe in my driveway.
Untitled by SENZA PARI #1, on Flickr
Untitled by SENZA PARI #1, on Flickr
more to come on this in a few hours...
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