TSCLT 10.0: Confucius say he hates a pussy!

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This reminds me that a bastard-ass caregiver stole my dad's M98 Mauser that he got from his father. I killed several moose with that rifle and expected to own it and give it to my son.
 
I have a couple of 98s. I have to decide if I want to keep them or not. I foist stuff I want rid of off on my nephews because they have more space to stores hit in than sense enough not to take crap from their uncle. They're all about it if it goes "bang."


Was Dad's 98 a 8mm? I'm half of a mind that you could have mine. I don't think it's been foisted.


Yet.


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I have a couple of 98s. I have to decide if I want to keep them or not. I foist stuff I want rid of off on my nephews because they have more space to stores hit in than sense enough not to take crap from their uncle. They're all about it if it goes "bang."


Was Dad's 98 a 8mm? I'm half of a mind that you could have mine. I don't think it's been foisted.

Indeed, it was an 8mm. A fine cartridge for killing a moose but not what you'd want in your hands should you surprise a griz.
 
1934 Packard Twelve.

Back in the 1970s Sussex car collector and amateur restorer got a phone call from his bank manager.

The bank was acting as executors for a lady who had died. They had sold her house but there was an old car in the garage. The car had been there since 1939.

Would the collector buy it, and remove it before the weekend?

No. he couldn't look at it. A tree had grown in front of the garage doors and would need to be cut down before the garage could be opened.

The collector thought it might be an Austin Seven, A Morris Eight or a Ford Popular so he suggested twenty five pounds.

"Done," said the bank manager.

The collector and a friend went to the house with a chain saw. The tree was massive. Once cut as low as they could, they had to dig the stump out. That took about eight hours and they were wondering whether any small old car would be worth the effort.

They dragged the garage door open and found:

A pristine, low-mileage, Packard Twelve drophead. The bodywork had been waxed and covered with blankets. The engine bores had been filled with oil and there were receipts from a service station that had been turning the engine over and checking the car every year until 1965, entering through a side door no one had noticed because it was overgrown with ivy. The car was standing on axle stands.

They pumped up the tyres, lowered it to the ground and pulled it out.

By the weekend, with a new battery, a change of oil, the old fuel removed, the fuel lines cleaned and new fuel - the car started and ran like a Swiss watch. The owner's husband had put it in the garage when war broke out in 1939, went to war and he had been killed in North Africa. His widow had kept it because it had been his pride and joy.
 
So how do you turn it over when the cylinders are packed with oil?

Just an observation.

You take the plugs out, turn it over, and put the plugs back only hand tight and not connected to the ignition leads.

It is (or was) standard practice for engines left for a long time.
 
Ogg was probably exaggerating. You only put an ounce or so in each cyl. and you just 'bump' the engine around. Wipe up the excess and add more as required.

My only experience with it was pickling an outboard that got submerged until it could be torn down, pardon my ignorance on this one!

For that we basically filled every channel with oil, even the coolant jackets.
 
Happy Friday!!!


Those old engines were royal pains in the arse. THere was this 1931 DeSoto SA I had experience doing some of the same kinds of things.


Wat is a fan of '34 Packards. Looked at buying one once, before Allah did for him what he couldn't do for himself. I was settling for a measly eight, and a sedan at that.


The coffee is good.


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In my experience the biggest issue with pickled engines has always been the fuel system. Float valves corroding, gaskets drying out and cracking, etc.
 
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