Was It As Good For You (As It Was For Me)?
Like many of you, I assumed that engines ran off of a combination of love, magic, and physics. Boy were we right! Tearing apart this 1952 Buick has been one of the most magical experiences in my life --and that's including trips to Walt's swamplands. To give a brief synopsis: I bought this 1952 Buick because I was searching for a daily driver to relieve my C4 Vette of its duty. I was looking for an 80's-90's Buick Century, but I was severely under-slept due to a graveyard shift. As Bob Ross might have put it, this was a happy accident. I showed pictures of the car to my equally under-slept (and artist-of-a) coworker. He raved about the art-deco beauty of the car, and I did not need much convincing, as it had been a dream car of mine since before my teenage years.
Richard, of 'Rich's OK Used Cars' was packing up shop and leaving for Arizona after twenty years of automotive sales excellence. I mean no irony when I say that Richard was not greasy; 'Rich' was only greasy in the sense that he was covered in grease when I met him. Matter of fact, he tried to talk me out of buying the Buick and into buying a square body truck. There was a fair deal of sentiment attached to that car; he grew up friends with Patty's son --Patty, who worked at a Buick dealership, and flew out to Detroit to pick it up fresh from the factory.
We have established three characters here, for those who are skim reading. Four, really if you include the 1952 Buick Super Riviera (or B-52 for short). In this story, however, there are truly only two characters worth noting: myself and the Buick. I bought the Buick, and this car-- this art-deco piece of art, had no brakes when I bought it. Try to test an engine that hadn't ran in fifty years without any brakes. Newbs, are you still with me? It doesn't stop, you can barely drive it three miles an hour. I fell -in-love. Am I the first to fall in love with an impossible car?
(Rich's OK Used Car (featured above)).
Now I know I'm not the first person to fall in love with a degenerate. This here heap of metal was destined for the scrapyard long before it fell into my cradling hands. Paint me a sucker, but I love every speck of rust. I dig every crusty orifice, every seized bolt, every crusty nut. Call me old fashioned, but I appreciate a sophisticated tractor engine powering a work of art on wheels. (I plan to keep it rusty and only mechanically restored)
If you'll excuse me, I need to get back to story writing. The latest story is about someone with mental deficiencies whose folks encourage him enough to think that he is intelligent. It's only a harsh tale when I feel it to be autobiographical Ha, at least the Buick does not judge. There was a hole in piston number one; that's why the low compression in cylinder one. I'm now rebuilding. If you can afford to save, save, for you first build. It is worth it to make it worth it.
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Because if this wasn't enough to jump your gristle, this is just the beginning of a rebuild. I couldn't feel any better, or I'd be sad. It's my first time, and I've taken every precaution. The only recommendation I can give to first-goers is to go work with something you love. A little extra goes a long way. Wrench on!