So I regress to an earlier time in my life when I was a poor dirt bag that was "King of the $200.00 cars." Pretty much economically it was all I could afford, and because I'm clever like Christian, and stubborn like my dad, I kept these old eyesores, rust buckets, and plain fugly old cars going for years.
I learned all kinds of tricks like instead of buying a new water pump, add a $3.00 can of water pump lubricant. I learned how to do my own tune ups and brake jobs. I replaced my own exhaust systems. Boy could I spackle a car together.
My neighbors in the Long Island suburbs did not appreciate at all my hill billy attitude. You know they have this expression: "You know you are a hill billy when half the cars you own are not running." That was sometimes true for me, and at one time I owned 4 cars.
The 67 Ford Falcon was my bike car that I would take out to the Hamptons. Much cooler than the Mercedes or Porsches with bike racks of my bankster friends from Wall Street out in South Hampton, especially with a Yakama bike roof rack that was worth more than the car, and don't forget the exclaimation point was the Titanium bike on the roof rack.
The color of this car was half dull faded maroon and the other half rust. No floor boards on the passenger side. When I drove through puddles I got splashed. BTW the pretty gals in the Hamptons thought I was cool because I had "style." LOL.
I also owned an 85 Saab 900 4-door (saloon). This kinda was my chick car to show I had refinement, class and good taste. I enjoyed the comfort as well as the balanced handling.
Then I had my 84 Jeep Scrambler that was my urban assault vehicle that I built before they invented the HumVee. I had raised the truck with a suspension, installed a cutdown Ford 9 inch Posi-traction rear with Lincoln Continental disc brakes, built huge car crushing bumpers front and rear from when I worked at Grumman.
There was also an 80's black Firebird that basically was once owned by this rich English kid Mark that had a ZZ3 Chevy crate motor installed in it with a high stall torque converter. Mark was a wack job that use to do burnouts and do donuts in front of the police in the Hamptons to initiate a chase. He was playing like he was Smokey and the Bandit, except out in the Hamptons.
Somehow I bought this car for $1K, because Mark had been arrested, was in all kinds of trouble, and had to get rid of the car. My plan was to buy it for the engine which was basically a Corvette engine with a 4-bolt main, forged pistons, and the same aluminum heads, but without the fuel injection. 350 horsepower and 400 foot pounds of torque.
So like Devil Christian I decided to do something crazy and use a NV 4500 200 pound cast iron tranny. This was basically a 5 speed truck transmission with an underdrive of 6.321 and and overdrive. Pretty much was an truck 3 speed with both an under and overdrive. With the 2.6 geared transfere case along with the 3.5 gearing on the Ford rear I figure I might have enough torque, horsepower and gear multiplication of 60 to one to maybe push a telephone pole over into say someone's house I didn't like.
So pretty much out on Long Island I was known as the guy who worked at Grumman who put a Corvette engine into a Jeep Scrambler. I was pretty famous, and this was all before social media.
So here I am at work, and pretty much the old hill billy in me returns because now my job is to keep this 18-19 year old Cyclotron that once cost 3.7 million dollars going.
Four more years and 7 months to full retirement. Pretty much those old skills of when I was king of the $200.00 car are paying off, and I regress to an earlier time when I was a dirtbag where my neighbors asked me not to park my eyesore car in front of their neat looking house in the comfortable suburbs.
Not so sure the two institutions are going to cough up $700K to overhaul the machine. Also I work alone with no back-up. I feel like a Navy SEAL or like that Vietnam era sniper I know that got dropped behind enemy lines without his Dog Tags. Don't tell anyone, but no one was suppose to know he was there.
Cal