I joke with one my good friends that my memoir will be titled "Mediocre Begins With Me", both literally and figuratively correct. I have been fortunate enough to be able to do about anything I want in life, but nothing spectacularly (except maybe sarcasm and alcohol consumption, but those don't pay very well). Hell I'm not even very good at documenting my projects thus far. I get too into it and forget to stop and take pictures. Sooooo, not really much of a build thread compared to the in depth, complete restorations that some of you guys do, but the story of how I got here from the filthy white turd I bought in August of 2017. Day One=
1979 Cutlass Supreme, original paint, 69,000 miles, black bench seat interior, A/C, H code 305/4brl, th200, 2.29 rear, air shocks that previous owner apparently didn't know how to bleed off, undercoated when new, mostly rust free, all original but wheels-YUCK. Had not had a good cleaning in years. Ignition timing set to 0, yes TDC, vacuum hoses dangling around carb.
1979 Cutlass Supreme, original paint, 69,000 miles, black bench seat interior, A/C, H code 305/4brl, th200, 2.29 rear, air shocks that previous owner apparently didn't know how to bleed off, undercoated when new, mostly rust free, all original but wheels-YUCK. Had not had a good cleaning in years. Ignition timing set to 0, yes TDC, vacuum hoses dangling around carb.