I had wanted a V8 car for some time. After much thought on the matter, I decided a G-body was the right platform for me. I spent months studying the local online classifieds (as well as those of two distant towns where I had relatives who could help me track down a car) waiting for a good candidate to come along. My criteria were simple: must be 1985 or older, under $2000, and no rust. I was open to all brands and all years (within my required age range) Finally in August 2015, I found this GP over the border in Idaho--seller's photos shown here:
The seller claimed it was originally a Texas car; he drug it home from there years ago. This is why the paint is baked off the horizontal surfaces, but it was rock solid underneath. It had the Buick 231 underhood, but I figured I was going to upgrade the engine even if it were a V8 so who cares. I told the guy I didn't want the wire wheels or the chain steering wheel. He swapped an ugly green Chevy steering wheel into place for me, but didn't have any other wheels on hand... so I knew a wheel swap would be in my future. Happily, it came in well under my budget cap, so I drove three hours to the guy's house and towed it home with my trusty 8.1L Suburban:
Upon first glance, my wife decreed it was the single worst car buying decision I had ever made in my life.
As purchased, the car did run... barely. I was able to drive it onto and off my trailer, but it was not at all ready to go any significant distance. The seller had told me it had sat undriven "for a little while." At the time, I figured he meant 5 or 6 months; eventually I came to realize it had probably sat for 5 or 6 years, if not more.
My co-worker Mike (you're going to hear him mentioned in this thread very frequently) and I quickly set about fixing all the vacuum leaks we could find. At the same time, I removed the air pump from the engine. I quickly realized the huge fan shroud was constantly in the way, so I yanked it and the mechanical fan. Wow--suddenly there was a lot of room for working on the engine!
Next, I dumped the Jurassic-era oil from the engine and installed fresh oil and a new filter, plus a new air filter. The fuel pump was leaking, but a new one was only $14 so I did that, too. On a whim, I pulled a random spark plug to see how they looked... and I was greeted by this nightmare. Got gap?
So in went a new set of plugs. I filled the tank with ethanol-free gasoline, added a can of Sea Foam, and let 'er rip. Now it was much smoother than before, and it would even idle on its own.
After all that work, I didn't feel like reinstalling the ginormous fan shroud. I had a few electric fans lying around the garage, and one from an old Dodge Spirit looked like it would fit... so I hung that off the radiator. I added a junkyard Volvo fan controller and a toggle switch and we were good to go.
Now I just needed wheels and tires which weren't dry rotted. A local friend of a friend had a set of 15" alloys from a 1980 Z28; they were cheap, plus they matched the vintage of the car... so that was good enough for me. I wrapped them in a new set of Cooper Cobra 235/60s and--at last--I was ready to try running short errands:
The seller claimed it was originally a Texas car; he drug it home from there years ago. This is why the paint is baked off the horizontal surfaces, but it was rock solid underneath. It had the Buick 231 underhood, but I figured I was going to upgrade the engine even if it were a V8 so who cares. I told the guy I didn't want the wire wheels or the chain steering wheel. He swapped an ugly green Chevy steering wheel into place for me, but didn't have any other wheels on hand... so I knew a wheel swap would be in my future. Happily, it came in well under my budget cap, so I drove three hours to the guy's house and towed it home with my trusty 8.1L Suburban:
Upon first glance, my wife decreed it was the single worst car buying decision I had ever made in my life.
As purchased, the car did run... barely. I was able to drive it onto and off my trailer, but it was not at all ready to go any significant distance. The seller had told me it had sat undriven "for a little while." At the time, I figured he meant 5 or 6 months; eventually I came to realize it had probably sat for 5 or 6 years, if not more.
My co-worker Mike (you're going to hear him mentioned in this thread very frequently) and I quickly set about fixing all the vacuum leaks we could find. At the same time, I removed the air pump from the engine. I quickly realized the huge fan shroud was constantly in the way, so I yanked it and the mechanical fan. Wow--suddenly there was a lot of room for working on the engine!
Next, I dumped the Jurassic-era oil from the engine and installed fresh oil and a new filter, plus a new air filter. The fuel pump was leaking, but a new one was only $14 so I did that, too. On a whim, I pulled a random spark plug to see how they looked... and I was greeted by this nightmare. Got gap?
So in went a new set of plugs. I filled the tank with ethanol-free gasoline, added a can of Sea Foam, and let 'er rip. Now it was much smoother than before, and it would even idle on its own.
After all that work, I didn't feel like reinstalling the ginormous fan shroud. I had a few electric fans lying around the garage, and one from an old Dodge Spirit looked like it would fit... so I hung that off the radiator. I added a junkyard Volvo fan controller and a toggle switch and we were good to go.
Now I just needed wheels and tires which weren't dry rotted. A local friend of a friend had a set of 15" alloys from a 1980 Z28; they were cheap, plus they matched the vintage of the car... so that was good enough for me. I wrapped them in a new set of Cooper Cobra 235/60s and--at last--I was ready to try running short errands: