"Abbey" is a 1949 Chevy 3600 pickup, and new acquisition to the household. Wanting a new vehicle to replace my current drive, she spoke to me—but more importantly—she spoke to my hubby, the car guy. I had visions of seeing her, paying for her and driving her home. He laughed at that. This blog is about Abbey’s journey through the eyes of a woman who knows nothing at all about fixing old cars but is willing to watch, take photos, journal it and love every minute - now that Abbey is here.
Morning coffee discussions with TD were interesting. They went
something like this:
“I’m afraid your truck engine has a rod knock.”
“I’m guessing that’s not good.”
“It could mean the valve train…a sticky lifter or sticky
valve or stick rocker arm, and in addition to this, I’m pretty sure the heat riser
valve is frozen.” He said more but I had already tuned him out and was day dreaming about the possibilities of understanding car-talk if only I had taken auto shop instead of home economics in junior high.
Not wanting to admit that I had absolutely NO clue what he
just said, I
“Couldn’t it just be an old ka-thunkity-thunk engine sound?”
(He found this so amusing he choked on his tea.)
“Engines aren’t supposed to go ka-thunkity-thunk, they’re
supposed to go chickachickachickachicka.”
I understand chickachicka. I’ve heard that sound before.
So morning discussions proceeded and included topics like
engine rebuilds, possibilities of dropping a newer engine in, and the pros and cons of a different
differential thus allowing me to go over 40mph without burying the speedometer
It was interesting and informative, and finally circled around to when we purchased the truck - which is where I piped in:
“You know, when we bought Abbey, I had visions of just paying for
her and driving off down the road.”
To which he said, “You could have, but you would'na GOT very far!”