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Nice job Don, I wanted to put some primer on the 50 Ford this weekend but I’ve been trying to get gas to the carburetor in the 54 Merc. The car has been sitting for a couple of Months without being started. I tired priming it by putting gas in the line as well as the filter but she just won’t pump. The fuel pump is in a tight spot but I’ll have to put a new one on. I’m hoping since the car set for along time before I got it that the tank is not full of rust.

I like your gantry crane I want to put one out side close to the garage, I have a trolley 1 ½ ton hoist just have to set up the frame. I would rather work outside when possible for the natural light and when welding or spraying paint.

I like to hear about the Cat’s, sounds like it is at our place. Beside the Cat’s my wife took in that were drop off’s or just found us while looking for food, we have one that’s been coming around for over a year. Sometimes he comes twice a day but we cannot touch him. All of our Cat’s have names but this one we have been calling him “New Guy” for so long that I guess that’s his name. I tell my wife about your Cat’s, she thinks you’re a great guy to help the little ones.


Richard

Yep Richard, check the inside of your tank for rust. When I bought my 84 Crown Vic it was owned by the proverbial old lady and only had 50,000 miles on it, but she had parked it in her garage for 4 years and never used it again. I had it towed to my shop and when I pulled the tank I found handful after handful of rust particles. The interior had just been eaten totally up by the stuff. I had to buy a new tank and flush the entire fuel system before it would start. Even the electric pump in the tank was a ball of rust.

That gantry has been a life saver. We use it for everything, even to lift my 46 Ford body off the trailer when it arrived. Don't know how we would get along without it.

I guess it's obvious I like all animals, but cats in particular. They just crack me up with the stuff they do. The two we have at home are clowns and I swear they know they are being funny. The ones who are strays at our shop are really a sad case, left to fend for themselves and always looking around for danger. The other night a new big cat came around and attacked one of the family, so Dan and I tore after it and chased it away. I think the family knew we protected them which is why they came into the shop later, maybe to say thanks.

Don