Resurrection

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My 1971 Cutlass (Rosco) has been sitting up in the garage for the last year and a half. Dead battery and a flat tire. I guess I kinda let things slide. Normally I drive the car quite a bit around October, but last October we were in Spain. When we got back it was too cold and then came spring but the tire went flat and the battery died so I let it sit some more and, well…you know.

Cynthia and I took the last two weeks off and since the weather was so nice I decided to confront the Cutlass situation and see about getting the beast back on the road.

I went to NTB and got a battery, brought it home and installed it. I then used a can of Fix-A-Flat to inflate the flat tire. I put the key into the ignition and the engine growled to life, no problemo. A huge cloud of exhaust pushed out the tailpipe and into the driveway, as if the car were simply clearing it’s throat. I backed the car up into the driveway and shut it down.

I called AAA and arranged for them to come out and fill all the tires to the correct pressure and I began to wash away a year and half worth of garage dust.

The car cleaned up pretty well and pretty quickly, all things considered. The AAA truck showed up while I was washing Rosco and my tires were soon filled to the proper PSI. I located my registration sticker and put it in the windshield and was all set except for one minor detail. An inspection sticker.

I located my insurance card and proceeded to drive the car to my mechanic to have him inspect it. I was pretty confident the car would pass inspection as it had on previous occasions. Sadly, I was wrong. Rosco seemed OK until the inspector attempted to turn on the windshield wipers and nothing happened.

Crap! I never use the wipers so never noticed they had gone out. Close examination showed that the wipers were actually coming on, but going the wrong way, jamming into the rest position and not stopping or reversing to traverse the windscreen.

I asked if they could fix this and they said they’d try. Two days later I get a call and they’re stumped. All they can figure is that the car needs a new wiper switch but they don’t know where to get one. I tell them to hang on to the car and proceed to go online in search of the part.

After 20 minutes I locate a guy in Tulsa, Oklahoma who has a Web site called Billions and Trillions Inc. that looks promising so I call the number on the Web page. A guy named Jeff answers the phone and I ask him if he has a wiper switch for 1971 Cutlass Supreme and without pausing, flinching or anything he says “Yes” and quotes me a price. It’s kind of hard to believe but I really want the part and decide to order it, even though I have a bad feeling about the situation. I figured I’d either get my part, or just send money into the ether. It just seemed TOO easy but I was too eager to get things moving along.

Turns out the guy is reputable and my part arrives the next day. I take it to the shop and they install it and voila~! My car passes inspection with a working set of windshield wipers.

The weather the last several days has been spectacular and I’ve been driving Rosco quite a bit. I don’t think I’ll let the car sit up for a year and a half again….

Rosco

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Rosco

As Hazel Motes liked to say in Wise Blood; “Nobody with a good car needs to be justified”

7 thoughts on “Resurrection

  1. oh so that’s what it’s from… i only knew the line from Ministry. nice ride you got there; glad to hear you got it back to where it should be

  2. Jay, because I love you in a manly way – okay, well, I love the Cutlass in a manly way – I’ll do you both a favor. Consider me your carwalker. Just like a dog needs regular exercise, so does Rosco. Once a week, I’ll show up, take him for a spin and make sure at least a few jaws drop. For an extra fee, I’ll procure a homecoming queen and perch her on the top of the back seat. The money goes to her, you understand, not to me. I’m just in this for Rosco’s own good.

  3. As I was driving south on Milam a couple of nights ago, I was driving next to you for while. I said to my wife, “I think I know that guy, he’s a local blogger.” I was driving the bitching silver Kia.

    Yours is a sweet ride, and a daring one to keep in the day of $3.50 gas.

  4. It’s a beautiful car. By the by, my father-in-law buys, sells, trades, and collects classic cars and parts. If you ever need something for yours, get in touch and I can ask him if he has it. His mind is an instant catalog of all the parts he has on-hand.

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