Camp Jonathan Williams, looking
northeast.
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SP4 Jelf
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A wet motor pool.
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Wednesday, November 15, 2017 Well, I didn't get to the splitter but I got closer. In the morning I scanned more slides until the scanner did its usual thing of getting tired and quitting. A little before noon I headed for Winfield in the roadster. I went there to give several issues of The Vintage Ford to the libraries at the middle school, the high school, and the college. While I was up that way I stopped at the Wal-Mart to buy more LED bulbs. The ones I've installed in the house and the shop in place of incandescants have lowered my electric bills nicely. The ones I've been buying are totally out of stock in Arkansas City. The shelf is bare. So I thought I'd get another four packages while I was in Winfield. I ended up buying all they had — one package of four bulbs. How long will it take for the local store to restock? We shall see. When I got back to Arkansas City I did some photo shooting. Over a week ago I spotted some trees that would be great for some fall color pictures, but I was afraid the dismal weather would hang on until all the leaves were down. But today the sun returned and I was able to get some good shots. I think the tree, the car, and the brick street make a nice combination in this shot. After grocery shopping and picture shooting I came home, put away the groceries, laid the fires for the evening, and spent the rest of the afternoon clearing weeds and little trees in the area where I keep the splitter. Tomorrow I'll mow the area, set up the splitter, and get serious about firewood. Thursday, November 16, 2017 At last I got to the splitter. But that was in the afternoon. In the morning I scanned more slides and did some other office work. Then I cleared more weeds and small trees around the splitter area and moved the thing into position. Once I did get to running it, I split a tall pile in the back of the pickup. I parked it in front of the garage where it will be handy to bring in. During the earlier weed clearing I found an infestation of smilax, so my last chore of the day was mixing a batch of my plant-killing witches' brew and spraying all the smilax I could find. That turned out to be at least half a dozen infestations. I have quite a bit of spray left over, so I'll go in search of more unwelcome vegetation tomorrow. |
Friday, November 17, 2017 Heat wave! This was one of those days when I open the windows to let the warmer air into the house and don't need to light a fire in the evening. The afternoon high was in the low seventies. It was just a one-day event, and may be the last one for a few months. Tomorrow will be about twenty degrees cooler. And what did I accomplish? An unexpected repair. In recent weeks my 1915 runabout shown above has become a hard starter until it's warmed up. Even then, I've had to choke it sometimes. Well, last week I read that the black/red tracer spark plug wires on the car are allegedly more correct for the twenties. So I decided to switch those into the 1923 touring, which needs new wires, and make up some plain black ones for the runabout. So that's what I did this morning. It was strictly a cosmetic decision to make the wires in the touring look "correct". But when I started up the roadster to try out the new wires I got a surprise. I choked the car a couple of times, flipped the ignition switch to BAT, and the car started right up without waiting for me to pull the hand crank. I started the car several times, and every time I got a free start or a start on the first pull of the crank. So it seems I accidentally cured the hard starting. And what of those wires I switched to the touring? I ordered more terminals and I'll be making up some new plug wires for that car too. With that project out of the way, I worked on the roadster's horn button. I got it from never working to sometimes working, so it will need more attention. After a trip to town to mail a letter and buy celery, I ended the afternoon with the sprayer, attacking more smilax and a big patch of honeysuckle in the wood lot. If that kills the stuff before really cold weather arrives and puts the plants to sleep, fine. If not, I'll spray them again when they wake up in the spring. |
Wednesday,
November 22, 2017
The first hard freeze of the season arrived last night, a little later in the year than usual. It had its usual effect on the big mulberry tree in the back yard. Last night I burned the midnight oil making that timer control rod for the touring, finishing about one in the morning. I may have the car ready to run tomorrow, but I'll wait until Friday when the weather is warm. It will need to be outside for curing the paint on the exhaust manifold. The regimen for that calls for running the car, shutting it off and letting it cool, running and cooling, running and cooling. Meanwhile, oh my aching back! I've been sewing a patch on a shop coat, and the slow work of stitching it on is getting to me. Fortunately that's a job I don't do often. |
Tuesday
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Thursday,
November 23, 2017
Thanksgiving Day with the cousins. Wally and I were invited to chow down at Pete's house. She is a good cook, and made sure we both had plenty of leftovers to take home. When I arrived at home shorty was unusually interested in the runabout. It was almost as if she smelled the turkey and other food in the trunk. The only actual work I did today, other than bring in firewood, was to take some pictures of the works from my Stewart horn. That was in answer to a request on the Model T forum. One of the guys wanted pictures so he could see if anything is missing from his. I hope he'll take pictures of the plunger from his horn and post them with measurements so I can make a replacement for my lost one. |
Friday, November 24, 2017 Since bringing the rebuilt engine/transmission home from Mike Bender's in August it's been a slow job reassembling the 1923 touring little by little, taking time to clean and paint various parts (engine pans, crank pulley, manifolds, etc.). Today I started it up for the first time, briefly. Firing is intermittent. I suspect a timer glitch. I quit working on it when my cousin Mary showed up with her granddaughter Michelle and great granddaughter Grace. I took Grace for a ride in the 1915 runabout, then Mary got a ride. She is 97, and I remarked that she's probably ridden in a Model T before. She said it's pretty close. Her dad drove a 1922 Star. I ended the day with a trip to town in the runabout for toothpaste and shampoo. Why make a special trip for just two little items? Because if I didn't do it right when I was thinking about it I'd forget. |
Sunday, November 26, 2017 It was WONDERFUL how smooth and strong and quiet the new engine/transmission ran when I went out for a short break-in run. I intended to drive about half an hour, but it lasted just a few minutes because I forgot to cotter a perch nut. The nut came off, the steering went sideways, and I hit the ditch. My neighbor brought out his tractor with a loader and we dragged the car home and put it on jack stands. The way the thing was sitting cockeyed I was afraid the frame and body were bent. The main damage was to a fender, a wheel, and the drag link. I was able to lift the spring high enough to get the perch back in the axle. Tomorrow in daylight I'll raise the wishbone, put a nut on it, put another wheel on the car, and move it into the shop for closer inspection. With the perch back in the axle, the car seems pretty level. Maybe it isn't as bad as I thought. The humiliating part of this is that I made the same mistake on the runabout and failed to learn the lesson. In that instance there was no damage. I wasn't so lucky this time. I was going to haul and split firewood today, but this kept me from it. Maybe tomorrow. I really need to get busy on that. |
The bolt holding the starter
switch and running board brace broke off at the cotter hole.
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Thursday,
November 30, 2017
More dismantling was on today's agenda. I got the touring car up on stands and removed the front wheels, spindles, perches, and axle. I also inspected the starter switch, and found that the bolt which held it and the running board brace had been broken in the wreck. The right perch is OK, but the left one is bent and the threads are boogered up. I'll need to find a better one. In the afternoon I went to town in the runabout for some groceries and medicine. Shorty rode along. She's getting used to riding, but I still have to help her into the car. After we got home and I laid the evening fires I did a little more work on the touring. |
Right perch, OK. Left one, toast.
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