In reply to madmrak351 :
Thanks for asking! Not much progress on the POS13 lately. My car-fund is largely filled with a yearly bonus that comes at the end of February, so by the end of the year, I'm typically financially dry.... That said, I couldn't help myself during Black Friday, and picked up the Fisher-Price My First Rally Tires set:
Accelera RA 162 in a waaaaay too big for the car 205/65/15 size
These were hilariously cheap, all 4 shipped to my door for less than 1 real tire ($240). Also, despite being a copy of a directional tire, they only offer one flavor, and not L/R, so I guess I'll just spin in circles! I figured it was a cheap test of a stiff sidewall 'rally' tire versus the soft sidewall 175 snow tire to see which gets better grip at our local events.
Other than that, my wrench time has been spent on the daily Subaru, which just nuked the clutch, or the other 240:
Just catching up on maintenance mostly, and fitted an IPD skid plate, as I wanted it to be up to daily duty while I take my Subaru down to swap the transmission and clutch.
Nostalgia Story Time:
So the last time SWMBO got the itch for a Volvo wagon, we ended up with a old white 78 wagon with a 4 speed, the quad round headlights, red interior, and a 2.1 on K-Jet. Shortly thereafter, I bought a 75 flathood, basically just for the 15" wheels.
The 78 was great, but I could never quite get the 75 running well enough to daily drive... but one winter, the 78 was sidelined for a while while I struggled to make electricity find the wiper motors. After victoriously fixing that issue, I decided to take it to work one morning to make sure they worked repeatedly. The drive started out OK, lights on, wipers going, I putted down our gravel road towards the highway. However, as I turned left on the highway, the car developed a miss. Now as an old K-jet car that had sat a while, I figured it might just need a a few miles to work it out... but as it sputtered and missed across the bridge by my house, it started to lose momentum, and I realized it wasn't the day for taking the Volvo to work. It started to lose pace in 3rd, then 2nd wouldn't keep it going, I saw some smoke behind the car, and I finally gave up.
Now, as I whipped a U-turn after the bridge, FIRE!
Flames were suddenly licking up in the gap between the hood and the fender, and the car was running worse, and I was faced with a decision. I was on the shoulder of a bridge, car still making forward momentum, so instead of waiting for the fire department, I decided I could limp it the 1/2 mile back to my garage where a couple fire extinguishers waited. (for anyone actually reading this, driving a car on fire is always the wrong choice).
I popped open the door, undid my seatbelt, ready to bail, and floored it down the bridge. Whatever was succumbing to the flames was obviously providing propulsion, as it shuddered, lunged, and I only made it halfway back across the bridge. I hit the hazards and noticed that all of the interior lights were pulsing, and hopped out, stood on the bridge, and resigned myself to watching this car burn to the ground. I called the fire dept, then I called my boss to say I'd be late to work.
As I stood there in the rain, watching my car burn, my boss's response was not what I was expecting: "Oh, that's you?" Confused, I asked what he meant, since he lived on the other side of town. "Oh, someone on the radio station I listen to during my commute called in that some maniac was driving down K-42 in a car on fire!"
As I waited the 25 minutes for the fire dept to show up, I noticed the smell was not oil/gas burning, and I noticed that the lights were pulled down each time the flames shot up..... This was an electrical fire! I ran up and killed the lights/ignition, and the fire started to die down.
By the time the Volunteer Fire Dept got there, it was just slightly smoldering. They thermal-cammed the hood, and let me hit the hood release instead of jawsing the hood up, and sprayed it a bit, but it was mostly done burning. Sure enough, I looked down and the source of the fire was the battery cables, and it lit off the 40some years of grease and oil under the hood. The guys even gave me a ride back to my garage in the fire truck! I think they were happy not to be fighting a full blown car fire.
I grabbed the truck and trailer, and by the time I got it hitched up, the Highway patrol was there being helpful. My trailer had earned the name "Scary Trailer" by my wife, as it was mostly the width of a standard lane, had no brakes, and was welded together with scrap. The shoulder of the bridge was not accommodating to it's girth... and fun fact, when there's a small fire under your brake master cylinder, it expands all the fluid, and locks your brakes! After some adventures in winching I got it on the trailer.
Back in the driveway, the cause of the fire was that Volvo, in their infinite wisdom, routed both positive and negative battery leads through the same P-clamp, and some relative motion, grit, and 40 years caused them to finally get together and have a party.
So, guess what the first mod to our new Volvo was?