Adventures in Sprites
The Car: A Tale of High Adventure and True
Romance
by Douglas Olson
Hi, my name is Douglas Olson. The following tale is the first
installment of the ongoing story about my '69 Sprite, and the
adventures I've had renovating it.
March 6,1997 - While looking through the paper today, I
noticed an ad for an Austin Healey Sprite. It's cheap. It's old.
I love to fix things. I called the number and left a message.
March 8, 1997 - I have talked with the owner of the vehicle.
He has given me directions to come out and see the car. It's on
the north side of a local lake. I've spent the past day looking
through pictures of Sprites and other Austin Healeys on the
internet. I don't know what year this car is yet, so I'm not sure
what to expect.
I arrive at the location near dusk, despite my attempts to
leave early. The owner is walking his dog by the lake and comes
up to greet me. The car is horrid. It is a pale red almost pink
color, with some yellow peeking through where the red paint has
cracked. The front driver's side fender is rusted through and
missing about 2 inches off the bottom behind the wheel. The
windshield is cracked. The car is filthy from mud splashes of the
dirt road it sits on. The interior has been stripped, but not
completely, some carpet rubber still clings to some areas. The
passenger seat is not even attached. The shifter is in place, but
not fastened down. I have my work cut out for me. But, on the
whole, it is still in ok shape. Mostly, it appears to be cosmetic
damage.
March 16, 1997 -- My first day trying to pick up the beast. I
have tried unsuccessfully to acquire a car trailer or tow dolly.
We settle for the more difficult process of a tow cable. My
friend Dave meets me at my house, and we take his truck to the
site, stopping once for some fix-a-flat, just in case.
It is chilly out today and slightly overcast. I planned well
and am wearing shorts. We get to the car and take a look at our
prospects. Sure enough, the brakes are not functioning. The
steering works fine. We push the car out of the ruts it's sunk
into. And, turn it about to get it going the right way to tow
off. The handbrake seems to be functioning so we decide we can go
ahead and give it a shot. I put the top down...so I can leap to
safety if something goes wrong. <wink> And I discover that
the nice white vinyl top, which looked to be in great condition,
is not. It begins to crumble upon movement. We fold it down as
best we can, and I start adding up prices in my head. Brakes and
top, good start.
It starts to rain now. This should have been taken as an omen.
We hurry to attach the tow line. Everything is set and tight. I
hop into the vehicle with one last, "Do you think we
should?" to Dave. Dave claims it's now or never, I'm excited
to get it home, we get started.
It is nearly 25 miles from the car to my house. It is Raining.
It is Cold. I am wearing shorts, sitting in a convertible, with
no brakes, about to be towed up a steep hill by my friend. Maybe
at this point common sense should have stopped me, but I have my
Grandfather's stubborn streak...the car was going home. The truck
started and up the hill we went.
The hill was fine, it was the flat drive once we got to the
top that caused the trouble. Once we were flat, I find that my
car wanted to roll faster than Dave's truck wanted to drive. Then
I had occasion to experience Terror as I discovered the
Handbrake, which had stopped the car from a slow roll before, did
nothing to bleed any speed anymore. I pulled to the side and
motioned for Dave to slow down. The Nylon Tow cable slowed the
car and kept me from running into Dave. I could tell Dave was
having a good chuckle at my frantic waving. It was also
fortuitous that no oncoming traffic was in the way for me to pull
out beside Dave. Dave brought us to a stop, turning onto a side
street that went slightly uphill to help. This was not going to
work. We hadn't gone more than a mile. We decided to take it back
and wait for the Dolly to be available. We had one obstacle, the
steep hill.
We agreed that Dave would slow down very gradually and let the
Sprite run into the back then we would ease it down the hill and
back to it's resting area. Everything seemed to be going fine. We
were just about to the bottom of the hill, which turned to the
right. There was a sudden loud pop, then the sound of glass
falling on metal. We had shattered the passenger side headlight.
Argh! The bad idea had just started giving me a price tag.
We managed to get the car the rest of the way with no more
damage. Total damage done today...One Headlight and headlight
retaining ring. Thankfully, they were standard 7" lights,
not Lucas Tripod and bulb arrangements or other fancies. They had
been burnt out anyhow.
Moral of the story...Right Tools for The Job. If you need a
tow dolly, use a tow dolly. Or Trailer if you can.
We never did need the Fix-a-flat.
March 17, 1997 - U-Haul has both Tow Trailer and Dolly in
stock. Today only. I get permission to take a long lunch. Borrow
my friend Matt's old full size pickup, which is a workhorse
despite tons of problems and leaks it has. I traveled to U-Haul
and picked up the full sized Trailer. For the $10 difference in
price I decided the trailer would be better. I drove to the car.
Now my old military training started to kick in. I had a
problem to solve. How was I to get the car on the trailer with
just myself and no winch? My first attempts proved fruitless. I
could not push the car with enough force, myself, while steering,
to get it up the trailer ramps. Then I found a solution, not a
good solution, but one that just might work. Right next to where
the car was parked the hill continued down to the lake. A very
steep one lane drive headed down to the lake. I felt that I could
get the truck parked on the hill, with the trailer slightly down
the hill, so that I could roll the car onto the trailer with just
a little inertia helping.
Not being totally daft, I grabbed a few logs to use as blocks.
And, set the chains of the trailer so the car would not get out
of control and roll right over it into the back of the truck. I
lined the car up and began the descent. Front wheels lined up and
went up the trailer. The backs however, were off. I missed the
ramp with the right side. I couldn't gain any purchase on the
gravel to pull the car off. At this point it was starting to dawn
on me that perhaps I was not the bright guy I thought I was. I
had no choice. I blocked the car tires, and hopped in the truck.
If the car wouldn't come off the trailer the trailer would have
to come out from the car. I pulled down the hill about 8 feet.
The car rolled gracefully off the trailer. I thought for a while
on my course of actions. I decided I was not angled too far down
the hill that it was unsafe to continue, yet.
I lined the car up again. This time I went slower. Taking a
lot of time to check that the tires were lined up. The big
problem I was encountering was that the U-haul trailer has an
open center with rails all the way down the sides for the tires
of the car. These rails were almost too far apart for a small car
like the sprite. The front tires hung out into the open area by
about a third of their width. However, the main part of the
trailer does have angled extensions that come off the rails about
4 inches to hold whatever vehicle is on the trailer centered. If
I could keep careful control of the car until it got to the main
part of the trailer I was going to be fine. I got the front tires
to the trailer top, but not to the safety zone yet. I had to make
sure the rear tires lined up before giving it the final freedom
to roll up the trailer. I had them lined up...I rolled forward,
and to my shock and horror, the front left tire fell off the
ramp. The car crashed down on the trailer. Somehow, though, the
only damage was a slight bend in the front fender, the brunt of
the car's weight was on a main support of the frame.
Now I had the car (half on, half off the trailer...the front
left tire in the trailer), the truck parked (heading down a one
lane road that ended in a pile of debris and a lake), and I was
till in my shirt and tie from work. I ditched the shirt and tie
in the truck. I cursed up a storm there for a while. Finally,
after looking over the situation, realizing I was the only person
anywhere around, and that if anything would be fixed, (and I was
going to get back to work from my long lunch), I had better get
to work. I found a small hydraulic tire jack behind the seat of
my friend's truck. I blocked the rear tires of the car. Then, I
stuffed a few more logs in front of them to be sure. I grabbed a
landscaping log and the jack, and I stepped into the center of
the trailer and crawled under the front of the car, whispering a
silent prayer as I did so. I found a solid part of the
undercarriage and I cleared the ground of gravel. I put the jack
on the landscaping log to give me more height. I started to jack
the front of the car up.
About one inch into the process, all hell broke loose. The
truck began to slide down the hill on the gravel. The trailer and
car had no choice but to go along. I, also, did not have that
choice, it was being made for me. I was certain I was about to be
crushed, (by my stupidity). I was doing the fastest crab walk I
have ever done in my life to save my sorry hide. Lucky for me the
total slide was about a foot and a half before the truck found
purchase. I had done myself a service, the reason the truck
stopped was that it ran into a Railroad tie. The one lane road to
the lake was lined on either side by them. I had had the
foresight to turn the truck tires to the closer side before
getting to work.
I was getting seriously worried I was not going to pull this
off. Pride was now getting in the way of completing this job, I
wanted to do this myself, no help from friends...I crawled back
under and began the jacking the car up again. This time it jacked
up OK. I got the car high enough that the tire would clear the
trailer if I pulled forward. The other tire would have to roll
down the ramp though. I got in the truck, straightened the tires.
Looked back to see how everything looked...blocks under tires,
car high enough to clear the trailer, everything as good as it
would get. I gunned it.
The trailer pulled out, the wheel rolled down, and the car
fell off the jack...but it didn't roll and the springs were good
on it. I was free of that.
I looked at my situation. In my opinion, I was now angled too
far down the hill to make a safe run on the trailer. However, I
had no where below that I could turn the truck around with the
trailer...nor could I squeeze past the Sprite on the hill. I
considered pulling ahead, moving a Railroad tie and moving the
sprite into the side and then leaving. How could this car be
worth all this? I decided to move the car over, drive down,
unhitch the trailer, turn around then pull the trailer to the top
and the car to the top with chains. I set my blocks and turned
the tires of the car. I placed a block in position less than a
foot past the existing block...I was going to ease the car down.
I pushed the car back, and pulled the block in use. The car
rolled forward, to the next block...then over it...then on down
the hill with me pushing and pulling as hard as I could.
Once again I lucked out, as the car met the trailer to one
side. The center of the car slid up the trailer ramp and it
stopped. It is a testament to these cars that I had not done any
serious damage to it yet. The car was over to the side as I
wanted. So I blocked the tires...all of them...real good...and
drove the trailer out from the car yet again. This time I kept
going.
It turns out that the base of the hill was much wider than I
expected so I was able to stutter turn the truck and trailer
around and head up the hill.
I got to the car, and realized that my chains were still in
Dave's truck, not Matt's. I resolved myself to pushing the car
uphill. I butted the truck to the front of the car...The truck
bumper against my headlight(s). I moved the blocks and got back
in the truck. The truck had some trouble pushing the car and
pulling the full sized trailer up the gravel. It had balding
tires and just couldn't get good purchase. But, after some work I
managed to do it. I had one mishap. At one point I had to stop to
straighten the wheels of the car. As I switched from Drive to
Park in the car, I passed Reverse and pulled back about a foot
from the car...It obligingly followed me back down the
hill...shattering the other headlight and bending the other
fender in the process. Once to the top, I pushed the car to it's
resting spot and drove off with the trailer to U-haul.
At U-Haul I explained that their trailer was too wide for the
car. They traded me for the tow dolly which they assured me was
narrower...I figured even if it wasn't, It only needed 2 wheels
on it, not 4. I drove back to the car.
After a few unsuccessful attempts to roll the car onto the
dolly, I tried my previous idea of a downhill run, only with a
slight change. I pushed the car a little bit up the nearby hill,
so as it rolled down it came onto level ground...then left the
trailer level. And, WALLA, I got the car on the dolly. I cinched
everything down and headed for the hills, my new car in tow.
I had a slightly harrowing incident on the road as a
landscaping truck turned suddenly in front of me...he had no
taillights. I squealed the tires, balding tires, of the truck, to
a stop to avoid hitting him. No change to the car in tow. Once
home I parked the car in front of the house and blocked the
tires. And headed back to work...my 2 hour lunch having become 5
hours.
Moral of this story...See the moral from yesterday, and
memorize it.
March 22, 1997 - My first day of work on the car. I awoke at
11 AM on Saturday and went straight to work...after a quick stop
for a glass of milk. I looked at the car. And I took a number of
before pictures at this point. Outside, interior, engine,
everything I thought was good. Last night I had given the car a
good sponge bath and gotten most of the dirt off her. I went in
the house to get my tools and discovered the back door open to
the garage and the garage door wide open. My roommates were still
asleep. I did a quick inventory and thankfully nothing was
missing. Later I "had a Talking to" with my roommates.
Something like "Dude, you left the door open all
night." "Oh, yeah, sorry." Great, that taken care
of, I grabbed my tools and set to work.
My First priority was to get some form of braking working. I
decided the Handbrake would be a good project to start with, as I
was low on cash to buy many parts at this point. I jacked the
left rear of the car up, with blocks in place and a towline
attached to my car parked in front of it. I removed the wheel
caps from all the wheels...I plan to purchase sport wheels so If
there is someone looking for original AH wheel caps email me.
They have some red paint on them but mostly good, not many dents
or scratches. I removed the wheel and just attempted to use the
brake adjustment bolt to see if I could get any grab. Nada. I
also discovered that the connecting rods from the Handbrake line
had been replaced with a bent piece of metal rod. Not real tight
either, there was a lot of play in the pushrods. I decided to go
ahead and pull the drum, it would need doing later anyhow, might
as well see what it looked like. It was in surprisingly good
shape, but as I had guess the rubber covers on the brake unit
were rotted, and it had frozen. I pulled the pads and shoes out.
And played about with the adjuster. After I had it working
properly, I replaced the shoes and pads as is...I will need to
replace them and have them adjusted properly later, but my
concern was just something to stop the car at this point. I broke
the end off the left pushrod for the handbrake while trying to
free it from the lever for the brake itself. This worked out well
as the new length once I had rebent it took all the slack out of
the line. I verified that the handbrake now was moving the shoes
in the brake and replaced the drum onto the brake. Using the
brake adjuster bolt I was now able to get grab. It took me a
while to get it to what I felt was a proper brake level. I
adjusted it so the wheel would spin with a slight scraping sound
with the handbrake off. And stop with the brake about halfway
back. I felt this would be the best for now. I replaced the wheel
and tire and lowered the car. I pulled the handbrake, and removed
the blocks and towline. The car stayed put. Woo Hoo. My first
repair was a success. I replace blocks, et al., and did the right
side. Following the same procedure.
I then started to remove the bumpers, as I wanted to prevent
damage to the chrome while I was working. However. The bolts were
too tight and rusted, and my WD40 was running low. I sprayed them
a bit, and let it work. I figured I had accomplish my goal for
this weekend. Best to stop before I broke anything. > Moral
for today...With any new project, take your time, set your goals
where you can accomplish them. Persistence can overcome a lot of
things, but It won't save you when the trash truck cuts you off
on the highway. It is very important not to settle for second
best on certain parts of your car...one of these is the brakes.
What I accomplished today was nothing more than the ability to
park on a hill. I would not trust the brakes on the car to stop
me on a towline, but I do trust the job I've done to keep the car
from rolling down the road into the neighbor's house. I would not
have been able to accomplish this if not for a service manual for
this vehicle. I have a Haynes manual, however, there are others.
Most important...If you don't know, ask or find someone who does.
March 23, 1997 - My roommates helped me move the car to the
back of the house and up the driveway. I discovered a wasp's nest
in the trunk, will need to RAID that. Moral for today...insects
love cars, to the point they are willing to die for them.
J
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