clutch;1979288 said:
Mad props on the first rebuild Faye. Will be following this one and see how things work out for you. We all have made our mistakes and I am curious as to how this one turns around for you.
THANKS!!!
Okay, I can't individually respond to everybody or I will be at 8 pages, and that is excessive... So, I will just continue with the build part...
Actually, before I do, I figure I should throw a random fun fact out there: until I had to do Supra rebuild round 1, I had never done *ANY* body work before.... never touched a sheet of sandpaper, never used bondo, never removed a body panel on a car. The most was DA sanding my bunny for some fun paint jobs over the years.... but I just taped her up and sprayed cheap rattle can paint all over her.
Ok, now onto the rest of the story...
So, I took the day off of work Friday to bring my car to a body shop..... YES... that's right... but hold on. I feel capable of doing almost everything.... except straightening the frame. That had to be done by a professional.... I had worked extra the week before to be able to have this day, and I still had to fight for it... so even when I woke up that morning to snow on the ground... there was no turning back for me.... nor for the person who volunteered to tow my car.
My lab partner in tech school races dirt circle track stuff. They race around on a smalllll small little ring - indoors - and in order to pass one another, literally have to push each other out of the way. So, when I explained to him why I missed the day of school (and apologized for not being there to help him finish up that clutch job...) the day after the crash, he knew exactly who to call, once I had made up my mind to rebuild my car again. Of course, he - like everyone else who has looked at the car - was pushing for me to just get another shell and swap it all in. Would show up every day with the newest Supra for sale on his phone's craigslist app. Eventually he realized that I wasn't budging, so went with it. He called this shop out in Vernonia (about 1.5-2 hours from me here in Portland) with a frame straightener who did a lot of work for the abused race cars (but also did body work on show cars as well). He agreed to take a look at the car, and give a professional opinion on whether or not she was rebuildable. That sounded like a good idea to me. Perhaps the only rational decision that I have made all month.....
I spoke with the owner of the shop on the phone. He had asked that I didn't touch the car at all - he wanted to see the impact spot first hand, and see how the metal had bent. There was quite a bit of tension on the frame, so had I pulled the bumper, or even fenders, then the body could warp or spring back into place.... or into a different place for that matter... and not give an accurate representation of how the impact had happened, I guess.... it made sense to me when he explained it!
After school Friday, the roads had cleared up, so we decided to go for it, and loaded the car onto the trailer and set off for the middle of nowhere. I had no idea what to expect, so I kept an open mind... and honestly, was so exhausted from the last couple weeks of going from school (6:30am until noon), to work (12:30 until 6), to working on finishing up my VW Rabbit staying up til the wee hours of the morning.... to walk the 6 miles home.... to wake up 3-4 hours later to go to school.... I had no brain space left to question what was happening or what I was about to start. So as soon as we hit the highway, I just fell asleep in the truck. Good thing, too, because had I seen the roads..... I am not sure that I would have gone for it.
I woke up at one point to this:
Which naturally, hit a little close to home.... I was terrified (2wd truck with a heavy heavy load) and buried my head again.... didn't look up until the truck stopped...
I looked around me and surveyed the town.... cute little place with a gas station, local coffee shop, and an antique store. We were parked right next to the body shop, and I could see a couple of nice old Dodges in the windows. One was a Super Bee... very clean... with a few plaques next to it. I looked behind me and saw, to my relief, that my Supra was still there.
Upon entering the shop, I felt immediately at home. The owner was super nice and looked over my Supra. "I've done much worse" he said, and proceeded to talk my ear off for the next hour, talking about how the impact had affected the car, the nature of bent metals, and what was needed to make the car well again. He earned my business. Plus, the car was already sitting there, staring longingly at the frame straightener... I think she approved, also.
The first step was to strip the car down to the frame, then get the bumper core installed. I asked him if he minded if I was there when he did the straightening.... I wanted to learn how it is done, and even help. And I wanted to strip my car down myself. I could bring all of my own tools, keep my space clean... At first, he was iffy about it... something about insurance and the complications of adding in someone without any experience. To his credit, I am not sure that I would've trusted me, either. I certainly don't LOOK like anyone capable of doing car work, aside from the perma grease under the fingernails. I am pretty small, wear a lot of makeup, and have multi-colored hair.... Not sure I can be taken seriously baking a loaf of bread let alone taking my car apart (and for the record, I can't bake worth a shit anyways... so you'd better not take me seriously)
But then I lifted the hatch to show him round one, and explained that I have taken this car apart before - a few times in the front, actually, and it wouldn't take me long, and I wouldn't need help. He nodded his head and agreed and asked when I could come to the shop next. I said Sunday.... meaning today, this Sunday....
Then...
Yesterday I went to work at 6:30 as always. Preparing to work my usual 11 hour Saturday shift at Toyota. Did some tires, oil changes, a belt... ya know, my typical bitch work. I was in the middle of doing an inspection on a 2006 Corolla that had been rear-ended... looking up... when suddenly I felt dizzy and nauseous...... I felt the shop go dark... and I fell to the floor. I must've come to right away because I looked around and no one had noticed me... thank god, that would have been so embarrassing. I sat up, grabbed onto the lift and pulled myself to my feet and slowly made my way to the bathroom where I proceeded to throw up my breakfast and lay on the floor for about 20 minutes or so. I made it back out to finish up the car and write a full report, but had a lot attendant drive it out for me. I got permission to go home, somehow drove myself the 8 miles back to my little apartment, and have been laying in bed ever since.... I could hardly move, and my whole body was trembling... no... violently shaking.... I am not sure why. My arms and legs went numb and I felt like electricity was being shocked through my head. I had to call my room mate to come turn on my heated blanket for me and turn up the heat.... I couldn't move, I was frozen...
I called the body shop to inform them that I wouldn't be able to make it out today. After I hung up the phone, my stomach felt like ten times worse.
This morning I am doing a little better. Sleeping for 14 hours probably helped that. I wonder if my body is telling me that I have to take a break?? But I can't.... I am not sure that I know how to.... I am at least sitting up and typing this for you all to read, but I can't sit up yet...
Hopefully I will feel good enough this afternoon to walk over to the shop where my rabbit is and finish up the last bit of wiring, bleed the brakes, and install that coolant flange that I cracked when I was installing the motor....
More to come later.....