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Don Coatney

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  1. Rodney; That is a big relief! I did watch the movie a couple of days before Halloween but it would have been pretty scary to see your face in the movie
  2. If I understand your problem correctly your engine is not surging at the top speed but simply will not pull anymore. If it were surging I would suspect a fuel delivery problem (plugged fuel line etc) but witn no surging it is possibly the throttle butterfly not opening all the way, a restricted main jet, or an electrical problem. As has been mentioned check your distributor mechanical advance and make sure both springs are in place and have the correct tension. With the engine not running and the air cleaner removed have someone press the gas pedal to the floor while you look down the throat of the carburetor with a flashlight. The butterfly valve should open fully. If your car has an electric choke on the carburetor disconnect it and make sure the choke butterfly is in the full open position. Check your carburetor to manifold gasket and make sure it is correct for the application. The gasket should have 4 slots in it as pictured.
  3. Michael; Guess I have to ask why you drove your car through a car wash? The car washes today are designed for one shape (think toaster) as the cars today are built with one shape (think toaster again). The car washes today do not do fat fenders well as you know now. I do take my car to the do-it-yourself car washes but I would never take my car to an automated car wash.
  4. Rodney; I know you are a ham and like to hog your way into pictures. Sorry you were rejected for a talking part but Clint wanted to tell a story and I know you did too but this was his movie not yours . You should have spread the word about your bit part and I would have paid closer attention. I will buy that movie for my collectionn when it is available at a low cost. I will look for your pug shot then.
  5. trogdaddy; Welcome aboard. I installed a big block Desoto 255 CI engine in my P-15. Was not exactly a bolt in but I am glad I went through the pain to do so. I have driven my car many miles on road trips and found it to be very dependable. For more pictures visit my Photobucket account and check out all the albums. http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v65/DonCoatney/
  6. Arthur; This picture is not my car as I have not yet done the relocation.
  7. David; I did a cross over just behind my T-5 transmission in my 1948 P-15. Routed the pipes beside the fuel tank on both sides. Using Smithy glass pack mufflers. To hear my engine roar follow this link. http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=18858&cdate=20061023&ctime=172006
  8. Lou; I suspect your aftermarket temperature gauge will now read a few degrees cooler than the actual engine temperature. The coolant will be flowing through the heater core and losing temperature before the gauge reads it. And if you have a valve to stop flow to the heater the gauge reading will be even further off.
  9. Lou; Congrats, but if you marry a princess then you should be a prince. Dont think you will quilify unless you use some legal mumbo jumbo stuff and pull some strings. Princesses dont normally marry hack drivers who wear funky hats. I should have taken a picture of your hat!
  10. Chet; Depends on the dielectric properties of the oil. Oil is used as a coolent in some high voltage transformers and switch gear. But this oil is refined specifically for this purpose and is an insulator and coolant, not a conductor. I would think that motor oil (especially dirty motor oil) would be a conductor and cause short circuit problems. However I suggested in my posting that what Robert has in his generator is not oil but instead melted insulation and lacquer that looks like oil.
  11. Jack Dolittle, in spite of his name, had done everything. He was in hand-to-hand combat in the jungles of Vietnam. He fought as a mercenary for whoever would hire him in several of the brush-fire wars that have plagued the last half of the twentieth century. Tiring of war, he started a thriving import/export company that made him a millionaire several times over when he sold it to a multinational. He climbed Everest, K2, and the peaks of Patagonia. He dove to the bottom of the Marianas Trench in a research submarine. He hunted rhinoceros and water buffalo in Africa and polar bear in the Arctic. He trekked across the Gobi desert and Antarctica to the pole and wrestled crocodile in the Amazon basin. He was many times scarred, but never scared, for unlike other men, Jack Dolittle did not know the sensation of fear. In fact, Jack Dolittle was jaded, tired and bored, and was seriously considering suicide when he chanced upon a man named Gaines at an airstrip, if you could call it that, on the edge of the Sahara. Over a beer Gaines told him of a haunted house on the outskirts of his home town in northern Minnesota. No one had lived in the house for 80 years, and few would even walk by the house on the nearly deserted dirt road that led past it. Most of those who ventured into the house were never seen again. One had survived. He was found wandering in the woods a couple of miles from the house, babbling incoherently, his clothes torn and bloodied. He had died a few years later in a hospital for the insane without ever revealing what had happened to him. Jacks pulse quickened and he began to feel alive again. Perhaps here was a challenge that would restore him and make him feel that life was again worth living. Jack headed straight for northern Minnesota, and, with his usual and characteristic thoroughness, set out to discover all he could about the house and its erstwhile inhabitants. He soon found that all that Gaines had told him at the edge of the Sahara was true. The house had been built by a ruthless, vicious and despicable man named Sweeney around the turn of the century. One of victims of Sweeney's many frauds turned on him and slaughtered Sweeney and his family with an ax. There had been no heirs and the house had been sold at auction. The new owners, Ed and Madeline Berg, proprietors of the drugstore in town, disappeared within a fortnight and were never seen again. After that the rumors grew and no one attempted to occupy the house again. Jack found a few newspaper stories concerning people who had dared to enter the house, either for curiosity or on a dare, and who had also disappeared. Finally Jack found an article concerning Rupert Myer, a hobo who passed through the town a couple of times a year. A neighbor who lived a mile from the house had seen Rupert on the grounds on a Sunday evening. The next Wednesday Myer had been found by a woodsman three miles from the Sweeney house, wandering in the woods, screaming obscenities, babbling and drooling. Jack found an obituary dated three years later, almost to the day, stating that Rupert Myer had died in the state hospital for the insane. Few in the town would talk to Jack, and the few that would were reluctant to tell him anything about the house. But Jack was feeling alive for the first time in years. He set about exploring the grounds of the house and even walked through the house in the middle of the day. He saw little that would not be expected in an 80 year old, unoccupied house. Lots of dust and spider webs, broken windows, rotting drapes and dilapidated furniture. There was no sign of occupation, except for bats and mice. The house actually seemed rather peaceful to Jack, and it occurred to him that this would be a nice place to live. It would take a fair amount of work to make the house livable, but he could buy it for almost nothing. But, while Jack did not feel fear, he was not foolish. There was the small matter of all the disappearances. He decided to spend a few nights in the house, appropriately armed, and see what might transpire. Jack drove to Chicago, made a few purchases, and set himself up in the corner of what had been the sitting room on the first floor of the Sweeney house. He set up a comfortable chair, rigged up battery operated floodlights, moved in his weapons and ammunition, and settled down to wait for ... he did not know what. He waited through a cloudless and moonless night and saw nothing but bats in the gloom, heard nothing but an owl and crickets, and an occasional creak as the old house settled in for the night. Feeling at peace for the first time in many years, Jack fell asleep in his chair and was awakened by the birds just before dawn. Suddenly he heard a noise, a solid thump from somewhere near the top of the house that was accompanied by an almost imperceptible tremor in the house. Then again, and again. Something heavy was making its way slowly and laboriously down the stairs from the third floor to the second, around the landing and down the stairs to the sitting room. Jack noticed with curiosity that the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up again. He strained through the gloom to see what was coming down the stairs, but he could only hear it, thump followed by thump until finally it was down the stairs and in the sitting room. He threw the switch on the floodlights and across the room he saw an ancient, rotting coffin standing upright at the foot of the stairs. The lid was open at the head end and in spite of the brilliance of the floodlights, he couldn't see clearly through the spider webs and gloom of the interior of the coffin. What he could see made his blood run cold, and for the first time in his life, Jack Dolittle felt fear and understood why strong men run from danger. The coffin began to move toward him, wobbling and thumping across the creaking floor. Jack opened up with the Uzi, emptied the magazine, loaded another and emptied that. The coffin continued its advance. Jack threw a grenade. The coffin continued, unaffected. Jack opened up with his flame thrower, setting smoldering fires in the rotting carpet and the remains of the drapes. The only effect on the coffin was to burn the spider webs out of the opening and in the gloomy interior of the coffin, Jack thought he saw gleaming the coldest eye he had ever seen. By comparison even a python's eyes seemed warm and comforting. The one mistake Jack had made in his planning was to not leave himself an escape route, and now the coffin blocked his exit from the sitting room. He emptied his .45 into the coffin without effect. He threw his Bowie knife. With a satisfying thump the blade buried itself in the lid of the coffin, the handle shuddering in the bright light of the floodlamps. The coffin continued. In a state of desperation, he threw his chair and his beer bottles, without effect. The coffin now was less than 6 feet from the corner where he was trapped and it was still lurching towards him. Panic-stricken, Jack searched through his pockets for some remaining weapon. He found nothing but two Vick's cough drops. Trapped, and nearly hysterical, he threw them at the coffin... Amazingly, they stopped the coughin'!
  12. So Norm; Does this mean you will finally drive your car in January to attend this event? Did you drive your car to view the fall folage a couple weeks back when your wife wanted to go?
  13. Two wives is not enough?????? Get real old man!!!!
  14. For more information on these kinds of items do an eday search for "Coatney". Catherin Coatney must be a distant cousin as her artistic work relates to my dark side thoughts.
  15. I suggest it may have been melted insulation as opposed to oil. Melted insulation looks dark like oil but it stinks terribly and smells about the same as burnt oil. If the regulator failed and then generator went into full time charging mode it would soon melt down and cause this condition.
  16. Norm; I did not see a date for this event in your posting nor on the calander.
  17. Just observed that Lisa was still logged in on my laptop. I made this posting, not her.
  18. I watched the movie yesterday. Very good movie. Could have been called the Ira Hays story. Recommend it. One slight flaw. In one scene Ira fell while drunk and going up some steps. In the background a very nice P-15 yellow Taxicab passed by. Problem was this scene was posta be 1944. Don Coatney
  19. My grandkids are also P-15 fans.
  20. Brad; Think I will stick with my old dual voltage charger until it dies.
  21. Yesterday I went to the post office to see if I had any recourse with the postal money order I sent to the eBay seller who was removed. I was told that I must wait 60 days before I can do anything. Then for a fee of around 4 bucks I can buy a picture of both sides of the money order and do what I must with no assistance from the post office. If after 60 days the money order has not been cashed I can fill out the book of forms to start the process of a refund. The lady at the post office did call somewhere and reported to me that the money order had not been cashed as of yesterday. When I arrived home I checked my front porch. Much to my surprise I found a box with two phones. First thought was the seller did deliver as promised. So I opened the box and the seller did deliver but hardly as promised. The two phones I hot are high mileage as the finish is worn off the ear pieces. Not hardly the new in box as originally promised. I currently have them charging and I will test them later today. Guess the worst case is I could re-sell them on the bay but I will correctly describe them if I do so.
  22. I just attempted to post a message with multiple pictures. In the preview screen I was prompted to adjust the picture count to seven or below. No big deal as I simply split my original posting in half and made two postings out of it. You might keep this in mind when posting a multiple picture message.
  23. With my original engine I was running a "fat" belt and I bought this pulley to make the fat belt work. With my Desoto engine I am using a skinny belt so the pulley that came with the alternator works as is. I was able to use the stock Desoto belt tensioner as pictured. The original P-15 belt tensioner would not work with this alternator. In order to "excite" this alternator I had to run a jumper wire from the #2 plug-in terminal to the battery connection on the back of the alternator. I completely eliminated the voltage regulator. In order to excite the alternator I must rev the engine to around 1200 RPM's when I start the engine. Once the alternator is excited it will continue charging at all engine speeds until the engine is shut off. Then it is once again necessary to hit 1200 RPM's to start the charging cycle again. I have over 8000 trouble free miles on this setup to date.
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