Plymouthy Adams

I see you have the rear over-riders off the car..and also have you had any fuel fill problems with fuel splashing out when full? There is an adapter out there that is a 90 degree extension..looks goofy though. I plan not to PACK the tank on fill up with mine...I have the window rain shields on mine complete with front vents and door lock guards...I think the rain shields really ress the side of these cars up nicely. There is a 53 4 door local to me with OD..runner but rough...1200.00 is the asking price..kinda high for condition and location..he may yet getit as these cars are not made every day..that them 2 extra doors are killing him at the moment. Mine also is the 230 with 2 speed automatic...the 2 doors, auto and never dinked with survivor is why I bought the car. I will repaint and freshen the interior.

Norm..my 54 Plymouth Savoy Clup Coupe (as is his 53-no rear vent glass) has stock size tires on it and they really do fill the wheel wells..they are not super large openings..thus the look..the rear tires HAVE to have the body lifted a bit to change...the ole floor jack under the axle won't cut it..

Are you sure you did not block the intake with a rag while the carb was gone to George and fail to remove it..starter fluid and ignition will always get a "bang" so to speak...flat out sounds like the mix is not making it to the cyclinders.

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I think these belong on Freddie Crugars' car...

When I refer to CLOSED, the butterfly is blocking exhaust and diverting.. When I refer to OPEN the butterfly is NOT blocking exhaust... These things are necessary for proper opertion of choke especially in the later V engines as the choke pull off was mounted into a pocket cast in the the manifold and relied upon engine heat to work..the heat riser when cold does divert gasses up and over to the other manifold by way of passage under the choke oven and through the intake under the carb..heating the choke and manifold to promote fuel atomization... With the newer computer controlled cars the rich cold start is maintaned by the computer through temp sender feedback circuits..two on new cars..and in the era before digital when analog, the cold start valve enriched by mean of a temp sender simular to the one used to report engine temp to the guage on your dash..should you be lucky enough to even have a guage.

A properly functioning heat riser brings the engine up to temp in faster smoother manner enabling the fuel to atomize better and overall cold operation be on the decline saving you fuel in the long run. As for doing away with them in the 50's...you must have stayed in the outhouse while the plumbing was changed in your house as they were alive and well even into the 80's As for Ford the heat tube you see is for one reason..diverts gasses up to the bi-metal in the choke housing to accelerate the opening of the choke butterfly. A functioning heat riser diverts gases but if functional and free will still be blown open on acceleration...an engine under acceleration does not utilize the choke circuits and therefore that mixture is not in the mix so to speak. Can you live without it yes...is it worth fixing...your call...the real nix is the thing closing and getting stuck in that position..back pressure is now the problem, , stumbling on acceleration and increase in engine temp. Leaving it opens lengthens the time the engine takes to get to temp wasting fuel and sooting you plugs..

Nice looking car..wish my 54 would just buff out..but........... Post a few interior shots...is that pattern similar to the 54...gingham??

Norm..there are always a few things that you do not have the abiltiy to do and if the abilitly is there..the time involved is not. I had to farm out the paint of the house as I needed to rent a bucket otherwise..he had one..all was written and signed..they did it right..after two redo's in a couple areas..they ate that because it was in writing. The roof with 12 pitch and huge size..contract..good guy, bonded, did not even want me to pay a cent of the iron clad price till I was satisfied..excellent deal there also. And of course I had a new drain field put in for the sewer..again..written contract and done right on time on the money. A contract is great..a company not willing to give you one is a company to avoid. IMHO

I hate any and all companies large or small that take advantage of disasters, women and the aged...may they all just rot away...I said it before and I will say it again, I have found that I can screw something up a lot cheaper than paying someone to screw it up. As for the lien on the house...real sweet tactics..and I bet she was never informed up front of any cost estimate..I truly feel for her..if the area was in a declared disaster zone, should not FEMA (or other gvn't agency) have some kind of control over price gouging for services?

I own later models, three Mk Iv and one 1500's and a GT6..Giovanni Michelotti at his best...that is a timeless design..at my towering 5' 7.5" height..it is just a hand taller than my belly button..I did a complete body strip, repair, some panel replace and paint on a Mk III years ago for a cute little blond..painted it that Mazda Miata lipstick red...complete with matching lift off hardtop..like the GT6 in that body style better than the later but prefer the later Spits. Two are complete bodies and will get upgrade engines..the other three are runners...

Christmas with Louise As a joke, my brother used to hang a pair of panty hose over his fireplace before Christmas. He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them. What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because every Christmas morning, although Jay's kids' stockings were overflowed his poor pantyhose hung sadly empty. One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses and went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don't sell those things at Wal-Mart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown. If you've never been in an X-rated store, don't go. You'll only confuse yourself. I was there an hour saying things like, "What does this do?" "You're kidding me!" "Who would buy that?" Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section. I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll that could also substitute as a passenger in my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush hour. Finding what I wanted was difficult. "Love Dolls" come in many different models. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could do things I'd only seen in a book on animal husbandry. I settled for "Lovable Louise." She was at the bottom of the price scale. To call Louise a "doll" took a huge leap of imagination. On Christmas Eve and with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came to life. My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee morning hours. Long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the dangling pantyhose with Louise's pliant legs and bottom. I also ate some cookies and drank what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray. I went home, and giggled for a couple of hours. The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his house and left a present that had made him VERY happy but had left the dog confused. She would bark, start to walk away, then come back and bark some more. We all agreed that Louise should remain in the panty hose so the rest of the family could admire her when they came over for the traditional Christmas dinner. My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door. "What the hell is that?" she asked. My brother quickly explained, "It's a doll." "Who would play with something like that?" Granny snapped. I had several candidates in mind, but kept my mouth shut. "Where are her clothes?" Granny noticed. "Boy, that turkey sure smells nice, Gran," Jay said to steer her into the dining room. But Granny was relentless. "Why doesn't she have any teeth?" Again, I could have answered, but why would I? It was Christmas and no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, "Hang on Granny, hang on!" My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said, "Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?" I told him she was Jay's friend. A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to Louise. Not just talking, but actually flirting. It was then that we realized this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home. The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died, who was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise made a noise like my father in the bathroom in the morning. Then she lurched from the panty hose, flew around the room twice, and fell in a heap in front of the sofa. The cat screamed. I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and Grandpa ran across the room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants. Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the car. It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember. Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination to decide the cause of Louise's collapse. We discovered that Louise had suffered from a hot ember to the back of her right thigh. Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her to perfect health.

The guages in the car seem to be NORD COOK, Chicago...found a listing for them on the net but not any real information...

Pat..noticed that after I posted my note...this thing is one of them one-of creations, am sure that at one time it was powered by a bit more engine than in there now..this would be a nice vehicle to save and put back into driving condition. Very unique looking car...

That Pat is surely worth looking into..anymore pics..thngs like that really don't appear in my area..no barns...lol

in regard to the original capacity of the factory system I believe you will find this rad lacking...you can go to the local radiator distributor and look in the catalogs and buy one the size you need..you would be surprised the number that are out there that are 3 and 4 row stock unit..

If this may help you, I know for certain that the D24 roof headliner bows are wider than that of a Plymouth P15 and therefore would believe they are different..the Dodge is just a tad larger than the Plymouth in most respect...

as this is a fantasy list..... Aston Martin DB-5 Chrysler Atlantic (concept car) Lambroghini Contach 5000S '32 Dusenburg SJ '35 Doble Dr's Coupe (practical side showing here)

List the top five cars to be crushed...

With all due respect David..I never saw your name listed in Ed's note...further the letting it die has resulted in two more more posts by yourself and might I ad one with a boldly written threat..to let it die would not have resulted in further post by you..I think Ed's address was "all inclusive" although this one example may have prompted his statement that this forum has always been about helping others here....and if you wish to threaten me for expressing my opinion or supporting another opinion...then so be it..threaten me too if it does make you feel better and this is my last post on this...

A nice round of applause for Ed...he has spoken his mind and it goes on to further show what listing of e-bay ads do here on the forum..

those big box kits from the lumber yard use OSB siding at best on two foot centers..mister wavy you can call it after a few weather cycles. Add insulation, and paneling inside...properly finsh the exterior..(upgrade ot T1-11 minimum) and the 2500 is just a faint line in the side behind you. then you have to wire the place..by the way, foundation not included. foundation and roof, including the trusses or stick built...are your main costs in builing..walls are cheap..

this will get you started... http://archives.cnn.com/2000/NATURE/07/21/cow.methane.enn/

the .222 sounds like a keeper..the Winchester 30-30..never been a fan of that caliber but it is the right model to have..the 94 is also a keeper..shotgun..don't know..

harnessing the power of cow burbs is best...average home can be heated by just seven cows..think of the milk and cheese you can make...probably sell surplus products...rent a bull now an then..got calves to sell, raise for meat...what a deal...how can you go wrong...!