I was cleaning out a closet today and found a photo of my 1948 Buick straight 8 gangster mobile. I found it in a field after the barn it was in collapsed on it, damaging the body and breaking glass. It took me 10 years to finish it as every system had to be rebuilt and the body partially disassembled. I had to move it, non running, 4 times. I didnāt have much money so that slowed it down. A lot was done outside. I had to put an extension on my first garage so this land barge would fit. The space was too tight to work on it inside. I did it just for the experience, bragging rights. This photo was taken about 35 years ago, as my daughter looks about 3 in the it. I sold it as it was too big for my garage. Getting the fenders back on to align so the gaps were even was a chore. I donāt think that these beasts had a good original body panel fit. My job was probably better than it was originally. The front bumper didnāt fit when I went to put it back on. It was slightly sprung. I bolted up one side and drove it gently into my foundation, using an old tire for a cushion, until the bolts would fit. The new rocker panels also didnāt fit. I attached the fronts and used a come-along to pull the backs over to fit. I had to fabricate a new sending unit and float for the gas gauge. Radiator, water pump, engine and carburetor were rebuilt. New brake shoes, rebuilt master cylinder and brake pistons. New radio. New original material seat covers and carpets. Paint and body work. The bonnet and seats weighed about the same as a new car. Because the straight 8 was so long and the engine bay was so narrow the new 6 volt battery was special, long and narrow. The worst thing was crawling under it to fit the new exhaust system. Dirt in your eyes and down your throat. The tail pipes didnāt quite fit so I had to bend the pipes gently in the crotch of a big tree. Itās not worth doing an exhaust system yourself in my opinion. I should have taken it to a muffler shop. I wanted to do it all myself, as a learning experience. Dah! Young, stupid and stubborn. I used the money from selling it to but a used BMW. The nearest BMW dealer was in Sault Ontario, 175 miles away. BMWs arenāt like American cars, they fly apart at the slightest driving abuse. Power shift once, new clutch. Lay one patch, new clutch. It came alive at 80 mph so that was no good for rural roads. Iām glad I got that out of my system.
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