Where did we leave off? Oh yes... I had pulled the engine and sold it to another guy in need. That was, umm, a few weeks/months/years ago
Anyhoo, since that fateful day when it was pulled into the shop under it's own power for the last time, MANY things have transpired, not the least of which being a complete 180 in the build plan for my beloved flatty. During the brief hiatus, I scrapped out a Waggy for the offset D44 axles (
http://www.peakputters.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=3428&highlight=), procured a few 4.3L Chevy V6's in various states of repair, and also relieved a Chevy pickup of it's TH350 in Trashy's driveway. All of these parts were to find their way into a newly fabricated frame and a slightly stretched body, landing somewhere around 92-95" in wheelbase on 37" tires. Alas, it wasn't meant to be and ALL of the aforementioned parts have been removed from my shop
The plan now? Well, KISS is the new principle. It's got a wonderful pair of axles already in place with large drum brakes that work fine, the transmission and transfer case, although leaky, function just fine as well. The frame, despite my best efforts over the years, is crack free and straight. So at the end of the day, why fix what ain't broke?
To that end, the resurrection has begun. Again...
First things first, tearing it down. Knowing the flattie was no longer destined to be a world-beater wheeling machine, it was time to address the lack of rear passenger seating and protection. The cage was simply tailored to a 2-seater program, and with the minions always wanting to tag along, this simply wouldn't cut it. So, out with the old...
Many years ago, I ran out of talent bombing down a gravel road in my Ford Ranger pickup, with the mighty 2.3L pouring power to the ground at an incredible rate
After the dust settled, I was hanging upside down by the seatbelt, surrounded by bent sheetmetal and broken glass. After a little help from a couple buddies, it was back on it's wheels, fired up and driven home. For the next several years, the truck served duty on the family ranch, crooked cab and all. Once I left for college, the truck was parked and left to rot on the back 40. Fast forward a couple decades, and that mighty 2.3L mentioned above is about to get a second lease on life. A quick trip to the ranch in the dark, with some help from OG, and the Ranger was loaded onto my trailer for a trip to my shop. My dad requested the bed section for use as a little farm trailer, so after a couple of hours pulling the aforementioned 2.3L, out came the plasma cutter and within minutes the Ranger was in two pieces. A trip to the scrap yard for the cab section and a trip to the ranch for the bed section and old rollcage (already slated for another flatty project), and the shop was clean and ready to resume the resurrection.