This last week of evenings has been a thrash trying to get this bucket roadworthy. The plan was to leave after work Friday, take the dog, and have a night in a pet friendly hotel, followed by a leisurely day collecting a Miata shell and visiting with the current Challenge Champion.
Things didn't work out that way, but they did work out. For starters, the dog was sick. Then at the end of my shake-down trip to work, the truck wouldn't start. My jump box refused to take a charge, and I may have killed a very pricey new Odyssey battery. Ultimately, as the sun fell Friday, I found a connection pulled loose on the relay that ran my ghetto charging system, so I at least had the culprit identified. So we went for it. The jump box finally took a charge, and thanks to it, the truck fired up after a night of having the block heater plugged in, and unsuccessful trickle charging. We were out of Oak Ridge at 7:40 local time, and we made it home at 2:40ish the following morning. 1010 miles on the Speedwagon's inaugural run under my ownership. It was in no way properly prepared, things didn't work as hoped, and we're completely exhausted, but the mission statement has been fulfilled. We brought home a junk Miata that was likely heading to the scrapper otherwise.
Here's the details:
I got together my patented junk car recovery kit, which due to the seller's planning and ingenuity was largely untouched.
Since Friday wasn't going to work as a departure date, I had time to install the winch outside in the snow after dark. That went okay, but its use proved unnecessary.
This act of mounting it would prove fruitless as it has to come back off for paint and wiring, but I didn't screw it up too bad, so I don't have to work backwards too much to have it useable. Same with the wiring. My math turned out to be poor, so my routing didn't work out as planned-it will need to be redone, but that's not the end of the world. It was wet, and as we drove, the trailer peed rust out of every tiny gap imaginable, and there are lots of gaps one could imagine. The stake pockets are far from ideal for tie-down points. I'll take another run at them, rust treat the rails, and drill some drain holes in the frame, but some of that will just have to be lived with. Oh yeah, my jack crank interferes with the winch cable. I've got a plan to un-ring that bell too, though.
So I didn't take too many pictures en route, but here's the first stop somewhere in Kentucky:
And here's the dog.
He did puke on the girlfriend and in the truck while NOCONES and I were getting loaded. Since my battery was toast, the truck ran the entire 20 hour trip. We got a tank of bad diesel in Indiana, so there was some pretty extensive bucking during the last leg of the trip, but otherwise, it performed flawlessly. My cheapo GPS speedometer reads about 4mph fast, but I don't really see that as a problem.
As mentioned, Daniel had already worked out an excellent plan for loading, so my over-planned carpentry was unneeded. We had an all too brief tour of the NOCONES garage, and were on the return trip in a bit over an hour. Thank You Daniel. I realized pulling away that I didn't get to see the Midget-bummer. You are a gentleman and a scholar.
So here it is. Miata #3 for me.
It was $200 for the titled shell and a variable cam engine. We'll see what the future holds for this hunk, but it was a worthwhile endeavor to drag it home. Maybe its presence will motivate me to get moving on some of the many projects ahead of it.