COAL 10: Hitting the Bricks and Swap-a-Dee-Doo-Dah

Continuing from the TC teaser in COAL № 9: I returned to see Lee at his shop, at close to 5 PM. He called his wholesaler friend and asked the status of the car. The reply was “high bid $6,500”, but he would be willing to sell it to Lee for that price, Lee being a friend. Lee looked at me, I said yes, and the deal was done.

So on February 10, 1995, I bought my first Chrysler’s TC by Maserati from ABC Auto Sales. I had heard there was a club for these cars and found TC America and a phone number; a call to the president of the club and soon I was a member. She informed me the club would be having their annual Spring meet in Indianapolis, Indiana in May that year, so I booked reservations. We were all going to be in Indianapolis on the 5th of May and attend ‘Carburetor Day’ and the ‘Mayor’s Breakfast’ at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway on Saturday morning the 6th.

There was a lot of preparation for this trip with an unknown car, so I got to work in my spare time. I checked all the normal things like brakes and tires, but I knew these engines had issues with head gaskets as they neared 100,000 miles. So I pulled the head and although the gasket was OK, a new one was installed as well as seals, related gaskets, and a new timing belt and water pump. I also purchased an official Indy decal from the Chevy dealership (the Indy pace car that year was to be a C4 Corvette). I put the decal on the driver’s door, and it has been there ever since, still looking good today!

I found out a number of TCs were going to get together somewhere around Vail, Colorado; the owners in their TCs were driving together to Indy. I contacted the leader of the group and let him know that Eva and I would be meeting them in Vail.

We began our journey driving north on I-15 through Las Vegas and on to join them at a ski lodge where we all spent the night. The next morning we had snow on the ground and were halted by the state police until the roads were cleared and safe to travel, and I got to test out the ABS brakes the TC brochures brag about; they worked well. We got on our way, led by the Colorado regional director in his 16-valve, 5-speed ‘89 TC—a very fast car.

Our destination for the night was Independence, Missouri, so there was no time to waste. This was a very long drive for one day, and our leader and most of the others insisted on speeding. I, for one, was not interested in running more than 5 mph over the posted speed limit, which aggravated the others. We arrived at our destination late at night and immediately retired to bed. At sunrise we were awakened by engines running at the rear of the motel, especially that 16-valve car as he revved the engine while maneuvering the car in the parking lot. Eva and I figured they were merely staging the cars for a photo shoot or to be ready to leave, but when we were packed and ready to load our car, we discovered that they had left the motel already.

Only one thing to do in a situation like this: beat them all to Indianapolis! So we hit the road and when we saw a convenient gas station, I filled the tank to the brim while Eva grabbed something to eat. I have often watched some NASCAR driver stretch the fuel in his car, to win a long green flag race. I told Eva we were going to attempt the same and drive nonstop all the way to Indy. And so we did!

That afternoon we passed a rest area along the Interstate, where we saw all those TCs parked while the folks were taking a break. We beat them and arrived at the designated hotel for our convention, unloaded the car and joined the other people already gathered while we waited for our ‘traveling companions’. Their leader was not happy with my greeting as they pulled into the parking lot. “You people finally getting here? What took you so long?”.

The next morning, our cars were lined up and we drove to the Speedway in a long parade across town. We entered the track just past turn 2, were held in place for a short time until the cars ahead had a chance to speed individually down the back stretch into turn 3 where they were slowed by track officials and then permitted to proceed through turn 4 and down the home stretch for a photograph of each car and driver as they crossed the finish line over the famous Indy bricks. We were then guided to park in the infield and were escorted into a giant tent for the Mayor’s Breakfast and speeches by various dignitaries. After the breakfast, we all got to watch the entrants for the 500 practice their cars around the track. Just before noon, which was 10 AM in California, I asked Tony George if he would say a few words over the phone to KVEN radio as the Auto Talk Show was about to begin. Unfortunately, he had to make opening greetings at noon Indy time, so he had to pass. We all has a great time at the speedway and returned to our convention hotel for the opening dinner event for the club. I have been a member of the club ever since.

At the Texas convention, I was asked to be one of their technical representatives. I accepted and have appeared at TC meets over the years, as I will again on September 13-16 this year in Chesterfield, Missouri. Old Red, as my TC is lovingly called by former club president Karleen, will be logging its 300,000th mile on this trip, but more about all that when I return, in COAL № 11.

Now, Old Red was not my only car acquisition of the 1990s. I also acquired a minivan. Here is the story on that one (“short story”, I wish; so may you!):

Out of the blue, one day I had a call from a lady whose 1985 Plymouth Voyager with the 2.6-liter Mitsubishi engine had broken down along highway 126 which leads from Ventura to (and beyond) Valencia, California. She and her two grandchildren were on their way in their Magic Wagon to the Magic Mountain amusement park in Valencia. The van was towed to the Dodge dealer in Fillmore and left there, and the lady and her grandchildren were transported back to their home in Buellton, 96 long miles away.

The van’s camshaft had broken in two between cylinders 3 and 4, leaving the engine running on only three cylinders, though the worst part was that the camshaft continued to an external pulley which drove the water pump mounted at the rear of the engine. I guess this was a convenient place to put the pump, on a Japanese engine designed for rear-drive cars and reconfigured for an American front-drive vehicle. As it turned out, the lady decided to free herself from that van and asked if I wanted to buy it, as she was going to buy a new 1989 Van from a dealer in Buellton (not the one in Fillmore). I agreed to purchase it for $500 and to transport all her belongings to Buellton when I came to pay and close the deal.

So now I also had this van to deal with. I had a replacement camshaft, so I just removed the two broken sections and installed the whole camshaft in its place. That took chiseling out the cylinder head in the cam bearing area where the camshaft had seized. It wasn’t pretty, but at least the camshaft was free to rotate, though it had no support in that area. When the engine was all together, the engine ran just fine and I used the van regularly.

One day in late ’94, I had a call from a service station in Thousand Oaks, quite some good distance away, that had a LeBaron in their shop with a bad engine. They asked if I could get it, evaluate it, and recommend the repair and cost. The car was towed to my shop and I checked it out; needless to say, it needed a rebuilt engine. I gave them a price for the job, and they relayed a price to their local customer. He replied “too high” and I was asked about installing a junkyard engine. I told them about the unreliability of that one, but they still asked for a price. I gave them a reasonable price for labor to replace the engine and a rough price of a ‘running’ engine from a yard. A few days later I got a call that the customer had agreed, and they wanted to know how soon I could get the car back to them, running on its own. At that moment I had no idea if any local junkyard even had such an engine or if it was worth installing! I decided I’d use the 2.6 engine out of my Voyager and deal with its replacement later. So the deal was sealed and I yanked the engine from the Voyager, shoved it outside, and began the transplant in the LeBaron. It was a simple swap and I had the car running in no time. As I drove it back to the Thousand Oaks service station, I noted how well the car ran. I got paid, the car was delivered to the customer, and I never heard anything more about it. Apparently the customer was well satisfied.

An advantage of having one’s own repair shop is that you can juggle engines around at will. I had a funeral home as a customer, and along with the Cadillac cars and hearse I serviced for them (no big repairs), they also had a ‘flower car’: a 1987 extended-wheelbase Voyager (maybe something like this one? -ed) with a 3-liter Mitsubishi V6 engine, which at that time had begun to smoke heavily from the exhaust. This was a common problem with the early 3.0 V6. I had the fix for this condition, but with the fairly high mileage in the van already, the people at the mortuary insisted on a Chrysler remanufactured engine purchased from the dealer so there would be a warranty on it. I thought it a waste of money, but I was just the middleman. It did bring up an interesting scenario in my mind though.

I ordered a crate reman engine through the dealer and installed it. It ran fine and the van was delivered to its owners. Now I had to return the core, which was a clean engine, regularly serviced by me. I decided a core is a core, and whatever the factory gets back—so long as it is a complete engine—I get my core deposit back. So, out to my trusty junkyard and a search for any 3.0 V6 in the scrap heap. One was found, delivered to me for cheap money, and into the transport crate it went. One call to the dealer to pick it up: DONE!

I was credited the core charge, and now had a perfectly good 3.0 engine to put into my ’85 Voyager. I did remove the heads and have new valve guides, with retainers, installed by a machine shop I always used, but the block remained intact. I had to come up with a transaxle that would fit, as well as the electronics since we went from a Mikuni 2-barrel carburetor to multipoint fuel injection. Since I had it certified in January of ’95, I must have done the other swap work in ’94. The swap went fine and the van ran well. I didn’t intentionally build in an anti-theft system, but there wound up being a trick to starting the van. It’s not difficult, you just have to know what to do. Fine by me.

Sometime in July of 2010, I was contacted by this guy named Guy in a K-Car club, telling me there was a search on for an original first-type Voyager or Caravan, an ’84 or ’85, to display at the Iacocca Patriot Award event. I submitted photos of my ’85 Voyager, a plain light-gold unimpressive vehicle in most people’s eyes.

They liked it, but told me I would have to remove the mudflaps, the large bug deflector attached to the hood, and the tow hitch attached to the front bumper. The rear hitch is welded on, so it could not come off. Also I had to install the original steering wheel and front bucket seats without head restraints. I told them I would if they accepted the vehicle. We agreed and I got the van as close to original as I could for this free (unpaid) presentation of my van 313 miles away in San Diego Harbor. Then they asked me how I was going to get it there! Kind of an insult, I thought. I told them I would drive it there the day before the presentation, and so I did. The following photos are from September 2, 2010; you can see there was some heavy lifting involved:

I was honored to meet and greet Lee A. Iacocca and have my original Voyager there for him to see. He stated on several occasions that he considered the development and production of the first garage-sized minivan was his greatest contribution to the Automotive world, not the Mustang. I was given 2 free passes for a future tour of the Midway Museum as payment for my contribution, that’s all.

I was happy to burn the gas and spend the money to stay overnight in a hotel and for eats, just so I had my van there on display. It was payment enough for me.

Afterward, I drove the van back to my shop and reinstalled the front hitch and the burgundy ’89 high-back front seats, but left the bug killer and mudflaps off.

I used this van to haul cars from as far away as North Carolina to my shop in California. (these days the hitch is off permanently). And it was my bedroom for the 11 years that I continued operations in my Ventura County shop after we moved from Santa Paula to Arizona in 2003. Of all my vehicles, it will be the last one I would part with. I still use it regularly, even to transport veterans to medical appointments.

Alright, that’s Chapter 10. Now back to packing and preparing to set out on Sunday morning for the TC meet in Missouri!


Previous chapters:

  1. First Transport – Coming to ‘Amerika’
  2. Being American and Picking a Car Company
  3. Motoring Into the Working World
  4. The 1960s – Serving, Saluting, and Swapping
  5. The 1970s, Part I – Backing and Forthing
  6. The 1970s, Part II – Barking and Forthing
  7. The 1980s, Part I – The Barracuda Goes Into Dry Dock and the Wagon’s a Tractor
  8. The 1980s, Part II – Much Too Many Cars and One Dealership Too Much
  9. Out of One Box and Into Another (Also: Friends in High Places)