Here's my recount of how I got it home the weekend of January 26th, 2006:
Picked it up on Friday afternoon in Everett, Washington. Girlfriend, Joy, and I went up together, she wasn't too crazy about driving back to Portland by herself, but we decided to stay over night in Renton so that we could rest and spend some time hanging out in Seattle, etc.
So Friday afternoon, while we were on our way, I called the Volunteers of America office to ensure the car was ready for pickup. They stated that it was, but then asked if I had a way of towing it. I was confused as this was supposed to be a runner. I said, that if I needed to I would get one, but that I had planned on driving it. That was fine, I would just need to get a trip permit for it in order to drive it back as Washington requires them to take the plates or at least the tabs. Sigh, fine, whatever.
Arrived at their "office" around 2:30. I put "office" in quotes because it is a really just a dingy little hovel with a bunch of cars parked all over the yard on the main street of Everett. So we squeezed into the "office" and waited for the guy ahead of us to finish his transaction and leave.
James, the apparent manager of the place, seemed like a decent, straight forward guy, so that put us at ease, though his teenage assistant gave us the creeps thanks to a rather awkward conversation we had with him about Astoria. James explained to us that we needed to get an out of state residency form notarized and to get a trip permit and while we were doing that he was going to get the rest of the paperwork in order.
He pointed us to a place called Lucy's Licensing further down Broadway. Lucy's was again a little hole carved into a mini-mall, it looked to be also a check-cashing place if you know what those places are like, you've got Lucy's pinned down. $24 for the trip permit, $5 for the notarizing and we managed to avoid the crack whores that were lining up in there.
Back to VoA and James. We get back and the girlfriend tells me that she's going to stay in the car, I don't blame her. So I go in and the first James hits me with after I sit down is an extra $10 administrative charge that somehow didn't get communicated to me. Sigh, fine I don't really care as I just want to go to the hotel and get out of this little one horse town, preferably with my Porsche. So after I give him $10 we finish up the paper work and he sends us down Broadway again to actually pick up the car from their storage lot.
We arrive at the storage lot and the guy working there points out the car, hands me the keys and takes off. Now, the lot is down below the road and to get back onto the road you need to drive up a rather steep hill while avoiding the latte stand traffic. So, I'm hoping the car runs somewhat decently in order to make it up the hill.
Now before I go much further, I feel I should talk about the condition of the car as I found it. The outside looked a little worse than the pictures made it out to be, but I was expecting that from previous experiences. The side windows were tinted, poorly. I opened the driver's door and found a lake of water in the passenger foot well and the driver's wasn't all that dry either. It was literally up to the door frame. Apparently it has a leaking sunroof and rear hatch and it has been stored in an uncovered storage lot near Seattle, Washington I guess I shouldn't be that surprised (Cue: ominous foreshadowing).
I pop the hood and check the vital fluids and the general condition of the engine bay. Other than needing a lot of cleanup and some proper wiring it doesn't look too bad. Though the valve cover leak on the passenger side is something that will definitely need to be sorted out after I get it home.
I jump in and put my foot on the clutch and the brake and go to put the car in neutral. The gear shift knob pops off and falls in the stagnant water. I wish it bon voyage as I struggle to sort out this horrid shifter that feels like its missing half of its bolts. I start the car up and the exhaust leak they mentioned in their ad is definitely there and coming from under the hood. I try the e-brake, but the catch is broken, so no working e-brake. The brakes feel pretty spongy, but they are there. So I turn the car off and pop the hood and look closer at the exhaust manifold and find that one of the studs is missing for the number one cylinder and the other one is on its way out. I grab a 12mm socket and tighten it down a little just to keep it from going away more than anything else.
I figure I should drive it around the lot to see if it works well enough to make it up the hill. Of course I stall it going around the latte stand and I can't get it to go anywhere, like its in the wrong gear or something. I slowly realize that this car has the "wonderful" transaxle with the reversed gear shift pattern. I realize this as I stall the car again and back it into a chain link fence trying to get it around the latte stand. So I find that all the way to the left and down is first. That gets the car moving again and while its coughing and sputtering, it seems like it will drive okay enough to at least get it back to the hotel. Of course all the while the water in the foot well is sloshing back and forth as I accelerate and decelerate. Sort of my own cup of water only instead of merely spilling a little water, if I get too jerky with the controls, I'll get splashed in the face by the column of stagnant water moving back and forth, mmmmm.
Now that I feel like I've had enough fun in the lot, I decide that I should share this fun with the rest of the world and with the girlfriend following me, I head up the hill to get on to the main road headed to the freeway. Once underway the car has no problem keeping up with traffic. The brakes are definitely spongy so I have to think ahead on my stops in order to not get caught off guard.
A 180 degree downhill off camber on ramp (why are so many in the northwest built this way?) was the first test of the cars handling. It is definitely stiff. One of the latches for the hatch popped loose, but that may have been due to my efforts in getting it open to put the trip permit in place as the assembly is very sticky from a lack of use. Between the exhaust leak, the rattling hatch, the sloshing water and banging suspension the car is definitely not a symphony orchestra, more like a grade school band recital.
The trip to Renton was relatively uneventful, though the shifter is definitely a mess, the wacky gear shift pattern doesn't help. The hatch completely popped open about halfway through the trip to Renton. Luckily the trip permit hung on as I pulled over to stop the car and close the hatch. After this I watch the hatch in the rear view to make sure its not opening up as that same latch as before popped loose. I'm watching the gauges and notice the battery light is on. Since I don' t have a gauge on the dash I don't know if this is valid or not. Either way there isn't much I can do about it now.
Finally pull into the Holiday Inn Select in Renton. Check in and crash in the room for a bit. Head downstairs to grab a bite to eat, then back upstairs to rest a bit. While we're resting I jump on the net (free high speed, very cool) and browse some of the 924 boards and stuff. The girlfriend is apparently mad at me now for doing so, but using the logic of your were reading your book didn't seem to help.
So we go work out and eventually in the middle of the night she finally opens up so we can talk about what's bugging her. Why do some women choose the middle of the night to ask these kinds of questions? Obviously we discuss it for a bit. Of course this means that we don't get up until 11am, instead of the 9am I was hoping for. Sigh. We head out in her car to get some brunch and to try and find a stud or bolt to put in that exhaust manifold.
Since we knew that the Westfield Shopping Center was nearby, we decided that hitting the RainForest Cafe would be nice and of course we wandered the mall a bit, window shopping before and after. I didn't mind as we didn't get to much of this yesterday like I'd hoped. Brunch was nice, had plenty to eat and watching the fish in the aquarium was very relaxing. Watching the huge kids birthday party next to us was inversely relaxing so I guess it balanced out in the end.
It took a while, but we found a Schuck's (FLAP) and picked up some duct tape, brake cleaner, loctite, an 8mm stud, nut and washer we head back to the car. Other than dropping the stud on the cross member once, they went in just fine. Put some duct tape on the hatch to hold it down (can't believe I didn't bring any, doh)
While I'm under the hood, I check the voltage on the battery and its reading a little over 12 volts. Start the car and it drops to 11.8. Well that would mean that the dash-light is correct and the alternator isn't working. So that means that I need to head back to the parts store to pick up another battery just in case (that's okay I need one for another project anyway) While we were out the first time, I scoped out a gas station that had a vacuum cleaner that I could use to suck out the excess water. so we take both cars out to get the battery, gas a little vacuum action and then head south.
Unfortunately the battery doesn't make it and the car dies as we're trying to get to the parts store. Luckily the car died as I was turning around on a side street so at least it is out of the way. After finding the parts store again (its hard when you don't know the way around town) and buying a $90 battery, we get the car running again and after getting gas and removing a bunch of water we head south at about 5pm with 148 miles to go to get home. At least the car is running much better on a full battery. Though its now blowing oil out the tailpipe, its not enough to worry about right now and I suspect that a valve was damaged due to the exhaust manifold leak.
The sun is setting now and I decide to leave the lights off as much as possible to save the battery. Luckily only a few people remind me that my lights are off and with Joy tucked in behind me I'm not worried about someone running into my rear end. I've got the car in top gear, cruising at 60 with the engine spinning at about 3 grand, I'm counting the miles as the car's alignment and stiff springs causes it to bang and bounce while it follows the ruts in the road. As it gets darker I turn on the parking lights to provide some illumination ot those around me. Around 60 miles into the trip, we stop in Centralia to use the restroom and get some coffee. I jump start the car to try and save the battery. Its really dark now, especially as we head away from town. I tuck in behind a semi-truck and follow its taillights through the dark for quite a few miles. Eventually the freeway speeds increase to 70 and I pass the truck. After that I pick up an SUV that's got his fog lights on. Man those are just what I needed as they work great for lighting up the road ahead of me.
48 miles to go now. The car is starting to stumble some on the hills, so I'm very gentle with the gas. The few rain squalls we hit caused me to use the wipers a lot. As we pass Ridgefield I start to relax as its now within the comfort zone of my home town area. I contemplate pulling over and having Joy call AAA to tow the car. I decide to press on until it dies or I make it home. We jump on I-205 and head southeast towards home. As I near the lights of Vancouver, I turn my headlights on to ward off any potential police presence. I cross the I-205 bridge with only a few miles left to go until we're home. Before I know it we're at the Stark street exit. I feel so good I double clutch the down shift into 3rd and gas it through the off ramp, enjoying some lateral g-forces through the off-ramp.
I pull up to the stop light at Glisan and the car is stumbling a little, so I turn the headlights off again and gingerly drive it through the next few lights onto and up Stark. As I reach the last light before the house the car is really struggling. Luckily I can see my house from the light and I just have to make it half a block up the street. As the light turned green I goose the gas and gently let out the clutch to nudge the car forward. It bucks and stumbles while I work the pedals to keep the momentum building. As I near the entrance to the house I put the car in neutral and pull it to a stop on the street. As I reach for the keys the engine stops and I realize that I'm damned lucky to have made it home without further assistance.