Back to the DE-LUCASIZED Midget.
Made a trip to the Fordboy ranch – a gracious and brilliant host. He took some more measurements, specifically the center lengths of the intake and exhaust ports. After learning the technique and the reasoning, I measured up my manifolds, carb and trumpets. He’s looking to come up with the optimum intake runner length, which includes all components in the intake. Additionally, I’ve ordered up a ½ thick piece of Lexan to build a flow bench adapter suitable for a 2.780 bore. C&S has a flow bench, but no adapter to accurately work with a bore this small. We have a cheapo Chinese turret lathe at work on which I’ll be able to turn out a piece of PVC to extend the adapter and recreate what I hope will be a decent approximation of the cylinder. This should prove to be interesting – I ran a Warner & Swasey # 5 a number of years ago, but I haven’t touched a lathe in 25 years.
I WILL remember to remove the chuck key – one of my starkest memories of my mechanical ineptitude was sending one through the wall of a steel pole building and digging it out of a snow bank in back of the shop. Good thing I had it in reverse – it would have either impaled me or torn my shoulder off. A little silicone sealer, a scrap piece of sheet metal and a fistful of pop rivets bandaged the building – I doubt if repairs to myself would have been so easy.
The engine and transmission are loose from their moorings. Oil is drained, electricals tucked off to the side and zip-tied, shift lever out, driveshaft unbolted. I’ll grab a buddy’s engine hoist this week – I will not be going back to Area Rental. Still have to disconnect the clutch slave.
Speaking of clutch, Fordboy put aside a SAAB slave cylinder. He has my spare transmission case, and I’ve got some measuring to do when I pull the engine and tranny apart – we’ll see if this can be made to work.
Lost a friend this week. Bill Alexander Sr. passed away. He was the man who made up the wooden steering wheel I originally had on this car.
I’ve since needed to go to a quick release wheel, but the hub is the same as my MGB – so I think that’s where I’ll be moving it to. His son, Bill Jr., has been a fast friend ever since I moved to Wisconsin – he’s up from Texas for the week, and he occasionally reads this, so Bill – I’m raising a Heineken to your dad.
I’ll never know how he drank this stuff . . .