So yes, I got married a few weekends ago. What about it?
Well...there's a little story behind this. Ya see...I live about 3 and a half hours from where the wedding was taking place. This means I was gonna drive the 19 year old Mustang Tiff and I have painstakingly worked on for the past 8 months and leave in.
The issue is.......I've only made 2 good trips in this car and those were only so-so.
With that said, let's look at some pics of that morning, packing the car up and doing the last touch-ups.
Just chillin out in the driveway, you can see the cobra hiding in the garage and the Bronco sittin out front guarding everything.
The night before leaving I spent about 2 hours sanding the tail pipes back down with 500 grit sandpaper and repolishing up to a 2500 grit shine plus the master formula gloss polish and a good buff. Mirror shine FTW.
Little interior shot, this is what we have concentrated the most on since buying the car. Here's another shot...
For contrast...a picture of the interior when the car was bought in June:
As you can see, the seats were covered up because they were absolutely hideous, the old leather seat covers are being used for cushions on my garage floor now...about all they were good for. Carpet was ripped out, everything taken down to bare metal:
But... enough with the background, back to the original story.
So...like I was saying before, 3.5 hour drive in a 19 year old car with at least 140,000 miles...quite possibly more... on the original motor. Check the oil, check the tranny fluid, check the coolant (I just replaced the water pump last month). Go top off the fuel tank and hit the road.
O..did I mention I had 8 tuxes in the back seat...and decided to make this journey with the top down. The only way I could get the tuxes to not fly out was to put my bag of clothes and the toolbox out of the trunk and stack them on top. So..problem solved, no tuxes flying down the road.
I make it through the halfway point feeling good, wind in my hair, car doing well, just enjoying the drive. I make it about 20 miles outside of the last city before my destination and begin to notice a slight vibration in the steering wheel. I pass this off as a bumpy road (I haven't driven this road in a while) and just ignore it.
10 miles from this small town the vibration is beginning to get serious. I pull over and do a quick 1-over on the front suspension to make sure nothing is out of order. I continue to drive into town...at a much slower pace. I pull over in town and spend a few minutes checking lug nuts and rechecking the front end, everything looks normal...so I continue on...at an even slower speed.
I make it to the exit I need (15 minutes from my destination) and the vibration comes to an absurd rowing of the steering wheel and then a complete loss of steering. So...I coast the car the best I can to the shoulder and try to comprehend what might have happened. When I step out of the car I see this:
So ok... a flat tire, just pop the trunk and throw the spare on... I can figure out the rest once I get into town.
Here's a picture of the entire contents of my trunk:
What you are looking at here my friends is a piece of trunk carpeting, a box of cleaning supplies, two quarts of 10w30 oil, a bottle of power steering fluid, a california
duster, a random metal support piece from the trunk that fell out, a lug wrench, a timing light, assorted interior trim pieces.......and a spare tire.
Now..the spare tire would have been a welcome sight if it had a very important element inside.......air. What I have sitting there is a piece of rubber on a piece of metal. Both of which do me no good.
So...as I ponder this flat spare I decide to go ahead and loosen the lug nuts. Once getting all 4 loose I get ready to jack the car up...only one problem....there was not a jack in the trunk. Just great.
So, I'm sitting on the side of a road at the intersection of two major highways, 15 miles from any cities or form of civilization (this is Mississippi remember?). Meanwhile...I'm beginning to run behind on my schedule and people begin to ask where I am and inquire as to when I will make it to the rehearsal.
I politely informed my fiance' at the time it was going to be about 2 hours making it these last 15 miles...which apparently put her in a panic.
But..back to the tire. Here's a better picture of the damage:
I end up calling a friend that works 20 minutes from where I was, he gets off work and drives over to lend a hand...he brought a good spare tire, a pair of channel locks, and the smallest jack he could find (he's a mechanic at a caterpillar dealership.......).
We end up having to pick up the side of the car by hand and kick the jack under the side of the car in order to clear the sides:
At this point I figure we're in the clear finally...only to find out this jack lacks 1 inch of height in raising the car to get the spare tire on. We lower the car back down and attempt to jack at another point to no avail.
By this point I know Tiffeny was freaking out, I end up calling my dad who had just made it into town and he brings me the scissor jack out of the Taurus which finally did the trick...
The spare I borrowed was awesome, here's a shot of my options.
O yes...and I forgot to mention the friend that came and saved me happened to be in his 93 cobra that day...if he would have been in his lightning or another car he wouldn't have had a spare for me. Big thanks go out to Aaron for his help:
So...that was my journey getting to the wedding. If you want cliff notes go read something else.