Real close to starting Range Rover Restoration Part Duex (Post #186) 7/9/2010

I’m getting real close to (or as we Okies say, I’m fixin’ to) moving the Range Rover into the garage for her latest restoration project. The infamous Range Rover Restoration, Part Duex: RovErica’s Revenge. I say I’m “fixin’ to” start the project because I am determined not to use my wife’s side of the garage to store the crap valuable items on my side of the garage. Currently I have a full size box spring for a bed, a giant rocking chair, a box or two of miscellaneous glassware, a book shelf, all my reenacting gear (in stackable tubs), and several other loose items on my side of the garage. There is no room for a restoration project.

Should I have a garage sale? Probably. Do I hate to have garage sales? Definitely. I am waiting for the garage sale because I know when we start working on my mom’s house there will be tons of stuff to sell at a garage sale. Why have a little garage sale when a bigger one will be better?

So I will get the kids to help move the reenacting stuff up to the attic where it was before I used it back in April. I will reorganize the other items and reduce their floor space foot print. Once that is done, I can move the Range Rover in and get started.

That's a true fact dad.

Get started? What are you going to do OkieRover? That is a great question oh gracious and loyal reader. Let us begin by describing first why anything has to be done at all. Maintenance, that’s why. When you allow a sixteen year old to drive a 15 year old vehicle of British manufacture, things magically stop working. I know that is hard to believe with kids as great as mine but it is “a true fact” as Diet Mountain Drew would say.

When you can’t get to the vehicle because:

  • it is busy being a taxi for a dozen children who’s parents were smarter than to give their kids cars,
  • it is sitting in front of some kids house while your daughter is putting around in that kid’s car because, “Oh, I forgot to tell you, the air condition isn’t cold any more.”,
  • it arrives home each day on average about 25 minutes after you have gone to bed,
  • and lastly, because you are only allowed two sentences each time you see your daughter exit the house on her way to work or somewhere else she is late to, and you are sure as hell not going to let her forget to clean her room and do that random chore you asked her to do yesterday before the door shuts and she is gone again. You don’t waste those precious moments on, “how’s your car running?” Which almost always elicits a response like, “Good! That weird noise it was making for the last 3 weeks finally stopped yesterday.”

See, kids don’t equate noises with problems like mechanics do. Just listen to one hour of Car Talk on your local public radion station Saturday. I dare you. Hell, I double dog dare you. I swear I hear the brothers ask the caller, “How long has it been making that noise?” at least 10 times per show. And almost every caller responds with the same answer, “oh, I’d say aboot six munts or so.” [end New Englander accent]

These clueless callers think their mechanic or in my kid’s case, daddy, can sense any automotive problem with his amazing super powers 30 miles away, at work, talking to callers who’ve locked out their accounts on the system for the fourth time that day or can’t remember the password you gave them ten minutes ago, while listening to The Beat Farmers Radio station on Pandora or my Those Darlins CD, while thinking about the roast beef and provolone sandwich he is going to enjoy at VZDs when lunch time rolls around. All the while dreaming up things to blog to you about. (I know what you’re thinking, yeah, I’m a busy guy.)

So after a couple of years of this behavior things get beyond fixing pretty fast. Let’s us now compile a list of just the things I can remember right off the top of my head. In no particular order:

Viscous Coupling
Sun Roof
Brake Discs
Brake Reservoir
Air Conditioning System
Bushings
Sound System
Cosmetic items inside, outside, and under the hood
Cruise Control
Door Locks
Head Liner
Complete Fluid Service
Drive Shaft Seals
Power Steering Hoses
Possible CV Joints
Possible Failed Transmission

That’s about it. If I were to take this bad boy down to a mechanic I’m pretty sure the labor alone for all this could buy a pretty nice used late model LR3 or Range Rover. That leads us to the obvious question, why fix it? Well, you didn’t read this far down this blog post to ask that question, you know why. Because I, like you, love your Range Rover and can’t imagine not having it sitting in the driveway waiting for me to jump in and tear off down the road.

I hope to have all this fixed in time for the inevitable Snowpocalypses of 2010 and 2011. And with my new utility trailer I hope to make a few camping trips with my wife next year.

The good news for my readers is the fourteen new entries to the Tech Tips Section of www.OkieRover.com these projects will create.

RovErica aka RovErica

All this and I’ve been thinking about reviving the local Land Rover Owners club for the OKC metro area. So look for more info on that in the coming months. I have a photographer and former Land Rover driver (RovErica), anyone know a good web programmer that works cheap?

Thanks for reading and Happy Rovering.

We have a trailer (Post #182) 6/8/2010

I made it home. I’ll start with that because between Chickasha and Blanchard Oklahoma I wasn’t sure I’d be home tonight.

The drive down was totally uneventful. The temperature today was supposed to be nearly 100 degrees (F). Clouds were out and the temps weren’t bad. The winds however were brutal as they were blowing into a storm in the north part of the state. The BWB (Big White Bus) does highway like no other car I’ve ever owned. She cruises at 85mph with little or no effort. The fun part of that is the suspension and how she dances all over the road. She didn’t used to behave like that. But after today I have decided that the springs and shocks all have to be replaced. Something isn’t right with the suspension and how she bounces all over the road has to be the combination of the springs and shocks and the bushings being worn out.

I will apologize for not taking pictures before I describe the next part of the trip. Taking pictures on a military base makes people nervous. I was nervous doing it and I didn’t want anyone nervous watching me do it. So with that I took one picture while on base.

I arrived at Key Gate well ahead of schedule. I was a little concerned about time but then again I’ve never driven to the Key Gate exit at 85mph. When I used to drive down there while serving in the U.S. Marine Corps Reserve we never went over 40 mph.

I was warned that at the gate I would need my vehicle registration, which in Oklahoma is the equivalent to the vehicle title. I was told to have my insurance verification, no problem that is required by Oklahoma law. When I got to the gate the security guard scanned my driver’s license with a hand held scanner and said, “drive safely”. That was it. I was a bit disappointed. I went through the gate.

I was given excellent directions by Joe the night before. So I ignored the directions I had looked up on the internet. I called the number I was told to and they gave me the same directions they did on the phone. I was nervous until I started seeing the street signs. Sure enough, Seawright was the correct road. Cathy told me to go in the gate marked military vehicles only and wait.

I pulled up right in front of the trailers and waited. My trailer as it turned out was just out of the picture to the left.

Cheryl arrived with another customer and got them hooked up with an M105. I dropped Joe’s name right off but it wasn’t necessary. She said, “Joe buys all kids of stuff and was a great guy.” She was great to talk to and the deal was done with just a signature on her paper. She didn’t even ask to see my copy.

My hook-up required me to off road it back behind the trailers over busted up concrete and weeds. “Matt” helped me get the trailer hooked up and they said thanks.

I made sure the safety chains were hooked up. It took a little bit of wrapping to get the chain length just right. I checked the emergency brakes but I don’t think they work. I pulled out of the yard and stopped to make sure the tarps were all tied down. That was smart as several of them were not tied down. It doesn’t take long flapping in the wind for the tarp to be torn up.

I headed out and back to Sheridan to get off base. I thought for sure there would be someone there to verify that I had purchased the military property I had attached to my Rover. But again, I was disappointed and surprised when I drove straight out the gate. When the budget our government’s budget was really low back in the early 1980s Fort Sill didn’t even staff Key Gate. I’d have to say it was only just staffed today.

I decided to skip the turnpike on the way home and took the state highways. I wasn’t sure how fast I would be able to travel and thought if I broke down or had trouble I’d rather not be on the turnpike. Besides I’m sure there is an additional charge for the extra axle on the turnpike and because I have a PikePass I didn’t really know how that would all work. State highways have more to see anyway.

I stopped at the first intersection with a gas station
A) to wash my hands which were covered with oil from the chain, and
B) to get something cold to drink, 90 degree water is not very refreshing.

 Here she is. That is the Porter Hill intersection in the background. I think I can live with that. When I get upgraded springs I think the ride will be perfect.

You can see the monster HMMWV tires. That is possibly a good place to start to lighten up the trailer. I’m hoping I can shave a few pounds off the trailer weight.

I got a cold drink and got back on the highway. I didn’t choose a very scenic drive home but I did snap some pics along the way. These are not in order.

 

Bluffs outside Verden

Fire truck in Anadarko

Indian City, USA

A plateau outside Cyril

One of the first tourist attractions my parents took us to after we returned to Oklahoma from Guam, was Indian City, USA. It was supposed to mean a lot to me because as my adoptive parents said, “I was a Cherokee Indian”. My parents didn’t know anything about being an indian, and at that age neither did I. Well as I was to learn, Cherokees didn’t live anywhere near this place. This was a place for the Southern Plains tribes. In fact, some Tonkawas were massacred on or near this site. There is no good link for the Indian City site that I could find. This is to be expected, as the museum is now owned by the Kiowa Tribe of Oklahoma. And they are notorious for a poor web presence.

I faced some serious head winds when I got outside Chickasha. At least 20 mph+ and there were gusts above 30 mph. This took its toll on my transmission. I was not able to go faster than 60mph in fourth gear. I could kick it down to third and get up to 65 mph, but as soon as I got back to fourth gear my speed would drop back down.

I’m guessing the transmission was not performing as it should. I will be investigating that further when I take the Rover down for another round of restoration, real soon. At a minimum I’m going to add some additional transmission cooling. It’s always a good idea in this climate. I will need to get the transmission in for a fluid change and possible service too.

After a what seemed to be a long drive I finally got the trailer home. There it is behind the house. I will be constructing a gate soon. I was able to drop a panel and park it on the side yard in the back. My neighborhood would not tolerate the trailer parked out front for very long.

Rooster was excited and wanted to pose on the tongue for some strange reason.

There is Rooster macking it for the ladies. I’m not sure what that means. He has a girlfriend too so I’m not sure what “ladies” he is macking. And there is my dear patient wife, with her monagramed MiMi t-shirt on. Who as you can probably tell, looks mostly disappointed. Rooster noticed it too. Her comments were not approving.

“Where are you going to park it?”

“How are you going to get it through the fence?”

“I thought it would be smaller.”

And with that, she was back in the house. It was only a concept to her and now that it is a reality she will have to warm up to it. So I have a gate to put in the fence. No biggy.

After my inspection of the trailer there is some surface rust and some missing paint. My buddy JagGuy called me while I was typing this blog entry. He buys an automotive paint that is real close in shade and superior in its appearance and said he always has some left over. I’m sure I could get the rust off and the spots primed and the next time he is spraying one of his M35s I’m sure we could spray my trailer. Check out his site. As he said, when his Range Rover busted a drive shaft and took out the casing on the transmission, he pulled it to the shop with a “real 4×4”. I told him with a former 6×6 and we each had a chuckle. We are such nerds.

The tires are huge! Well 37 inch anyway. They are mounted on split rims, which is pretty cool. So if I were to carry a spare, I would only need to carry a tire and not a rim. These tires can be swapped without even unloading the trailer. JagGuy said used tires could be had for around 85$(US). That is going to make me think long and hard about swapping them out. I will have to pack a deep well socket for the new nuts on the rims.

I’m not sure what the item in the next picture is, but it is obviously damaged. It seems still functional so I’m not how important it will be to replace. Perhaps a post on one of the militaria web sites will answer what it is. I will also be looking for the manual for this trailer which I’m sure is available online.

The transmission issue seems more important now after talking with JagGuy. My thoughts were the fluid needed to be cooled more. His thoughts were more that the fluid is either burned or there is something wrong with the transmission. So it seems I’ll be having a shop check that out. I can check to see if the fluid is burned. If it is, that’s not good news. There is a slight chance that replacing the fluid will make it better, but a transmission service would probably tell me more. It is time for it as I think it was at least 60,000 miles ago that I had trouble with the torque converter. It might even have been 80,000 miles ago. Which in my mind would be time for a fluid change.

Over all it was excited to be back on the base. All that militaria and being back on the base I spent most of my USMCR hitch on was great. I passed the old chow hall that we were able to eat Sunday morning breakfasts at. I wrote about that in my military biography. Western omelettes are still my favorite.

So today was exciting and fun and a learning experience. More later, thanks for reading and Happy Rovering.

When bad things happen to good mechanics (Post #179) 6/2/2010

Remember the last time you saw something on your Land Rover that made you say to yourself, “I really should fix that.”?
Do you remember the reason you used to convince yourself that it would be alright as long as this thing or that thing didn’t happen?

Well let me tell you, sometimes the consequences of those actions have us sitting in our Land Rover on the side of the road wondering if your one friend that owns a trailer and truck big enough to haul your dead Rover to your house/shop/shade tree. Sometimes the consequences of those actions are having your step-son calling you during a historic Spring hail storm that crippled an entire city for several hours and caused tens of millions of dollars of damage to houses, cars, churches, etc.with tennis ball sized hail for several minutes.

Yep, true story.
Who’s Land Rover: My good friend JagGuy’s Step-Son’s Range Rover Classic.
What was the part: Drive Shaft.
The Reason: That won’t blow as long as I don’t drive it hard.
When did it happen: During the epic Spring 2010 Hail Storm of Oklahoma City.

Who would have imagined a drive shaft failing would permanently disable your Land Rover? I for one do, now. JagGuy had noticed the drive shaft issue during an inspection some time ago. He gave the Classic to his Step-Son. And as good a kid as he is, he doesn’t know anything about the magic metal box with tires that gets him from point A to point B.

So when the drive shaft popped and knocked a hole in the side of the transmission limiting his speed to 25 mph no matter how hard he pressed on the accelerator the Classic was doomed. When JagGuy got there he saw the transmissions life blood running down the street on top the 4 inches of hail covering the street. The initial diagnosis was a busted transaxle. But that was short lived when he climbed under the Range Rover at the shop.

Sadly he found the transmission case cracked. The transmission is not going to be a cheap fix. As of this post I do not know what was decided if the disabled Range Rover was to be a parts car or repaired.

Lets hope he can get the money together to fix it. I know he loved driving it. So let this be a message to all you fellows thinking that problem can wait.

Thanks for reading and Happy Rovering.

What to tell a friend (Post #179) 5/18/2010

I got a twitter message today from my good friend Ferdiad. He was telling me about how his next car will be a Land Rover.

 His experience involves this wreck on the Broadway Extension.


That is one cracked up Classic. It looks like a 1995 Range Rover LWB. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen it before. My first thought is…I wish I had a place to store a parts car. My second was…
What kind of Land Rover does Ferdiad want?

That was answered in a tweet a few minutes later from his wife, the infamous puckchk whose drunken hockey tweets amuse me to no end.

So if I have that correct SHE is wanting a Discovery. To wit I responded that they needed a 2004 Discovery SE7. I have lots of reasons for that. Mainly the rear air conditioning for their little spuds. The extra seats will come in handy when their kids have friends stay the night and they have need for 5 or more seats.

If you have read my R.I.P post for my Disco, you may be asking, why are you recommending a Discovery? If you game for a Land Rover and you are game for a Discovery, you should get the newest model you can. Now if my friends have the connections I think they have puckchk may find herself behind the wheel of an LR3. After all her husband is the lord of all computers for a major auto dealership empire.

I can’t wait to see what they get.

What the hell? Two posts in one day?

Thanks for reading and Happy Rovering.

Hail Yes! (Post #178) 5/18/2010

Victory is mine!
Okay, I was the successful bidder on one of the trailers. 465$(US) and its all mine. I still have to get a pintle hitch setup for the Range Rover but by the end of the month I’ll have the trailer at the house.

I now have to get busy on mechanical repairs, mainly my viscous coupling. I am going to attempt to repair it either this weekend or next. I also have to fashion a gate in the back yard to store my trailer. I had dreams that I could store it on the side of the house. But sadly the builder gave me the wrong property lines and now I don’t think I have room for a gate. So I’ll have to pull it out through the field behind the house. That’s no big deal except I won’t be able to get to the trailer if it rains very much.

But hey! I have a trailer. I have already been thinking about a battery system and some modifications. It would be nice if I could store the propane tank on the tongue and have a place to store batteries to power lights and such.

Well if you have not been living under a rock you should have seen by now some video of the hail storms of May 16th, 2010. Unreal only barely describes the ferocity of this storm.

The white stuff in the middle isn’t rain. It’s hail. A veritable column of hail falling from the sky.

You can search YouTube for more videos. The damage throughout the city was horrible. Thankfully we didn’t get any of this in Norman. I was driving home from my father-in-law’s house. The sky to the North was black. As I turned on to Robinson to head west I felt the temperature drop 20 degrees. My friend has a great pic of the hail in his step-son’s driveway.

As my friend GiGi said on Facebook after the tornadoes blew through, “You have to be made of tough stuff to live in Oklahoma.” I couldn’t have said it better GiGi.

I’ll post up some pics from the trip to pick up the trailer and such later in the month.

Thanks for reading and Happy Rovering.

The OKC Motorcycle Show and Swap Meet, 2010 (Post #169) 2/21/2010

I drove the Range Rover to the Oklahoma City Bike Show and Swap Meet on Saturday. I swung through Moore and picked up my good friend, Titanium Hitch. Can I still call him that? He sold his titanium hitch Chevy Blazer in the big Cash for Clunkers. He bought a Jeep, which as you know has already had to be rescued by the Range Rover. Perhaps I need to find a new superhero name for him. In any event, my friend loves the Rangie Classic.

The day was a rainy chilly one. Not the sort of weather you ride motorcycles in. I’ve always thought motorcycles were pretty cool and lately I’ve been thinking about getting one. My wife is dead set against it, and that is holding up the purchase for now.

I know that when and if I get a motorcycle it can’t be just ANY motorcycle. I drive a 1993 Range Rover Classic LWB. That says a certain something about who I am. It’s a perfect example of my personality. Utility and preparedness, its rugged yet refined, its comfortable but not pretentious. I would consider the Range Rover the “Boy Scout” of automobiles.

So what kind of motorcycle would some one like me get? I love the old classic bikes. That should not surprise anyone that knows me. My good friend Bettina looked at a bike at the show yesterday and said that is you. She gets it. These two fine examples really spoke to me.

The Harley Davidson’s of today are kind of blah. They are pretty, and you can do a lot to them to customize them, but they just seem like pretty pictures with no content. My Range Rover has personality; I will need that in a motorcycle as well.

Price has a lot to do with anything you buy. Wow, that sounded like something Yogi Berra would say. I think what I’m saying is I can’t afford a classic Norton Commander. A new one is going to be in the 27,000$(US) range. If you want an old one, rebuilt Colorado Norton Works will be happy to rebuild yours for 25,000$(US). So with that in mind I’m going to have to find something a bit cheaper to putt around on. I’m a practical man, my first house cost me 29,000$(US), I can’t imagine a motorcycle that costs that much.

There were a lot of custom Harleys and only a few of the bikes I was hoping to see. There was only one BSA at the show.

There were a couple of Indian Motorcycles. Which fit in the truly classic category and would totally be me, except for their cost and the fact you are driving a museum piece around. That is probably not a good idea for a novice rider. And honestly…I’m not sure I could pull off the level of COOL I need to extrude to ride those bikes. If I could build a bike that looked exactly like an Indian or a 1940s Harley, that’s probably what I’d have. New parts made to look old.

There were a lot of Japanese bikes at the show. If you consider cost, this is the entry level and the most economic way to ride. They have great mechanics, are very reliable, and I was surprised at the designs. Several of them had the cafe racer look. And man, did I take notice. Except for the color, I would actually consider buying this bike.

I took a survey online a few months ago. Are You a Mod or a Rocker? I guess I’m a little of both. I love me some rock-a-billy but for the most part I grew up listening to the music of the mods and like the bikes of the rockers. Maybe I’m a Mocker. And that really does describe my feeling about bikes. I’m only a tourist in the culture. I don’t live it everyday like some guys who ride their bikes EVERYDAY. And honestly if I had a bike except for the odd ride on the weekday, it would be a weekend pursuit. And I can safely say, if I had a ski boat, I would probably use it more than a motorcycle.

Can a man ever have too many toys?

My dad had a small motorcycle when we lived on Guam. I know it tossed him off a couple of times. I think the last time he took a spill, mom made him get rid of it. Some of my fondest memories of the island are riding on the motorcycle with my dad. A motorcycle on a tropical island sounds like a good idea. But when you factor in during the rainy season it rains EVERY DAY. Getting caught in a rain storm is not such a good idea. And he had to ride it at night as well. He worked 2 days, 2 mids, 2 nights, most of the time. That had to suck as well.

I was happy to see the 1971 Honda Super Hawk at the show yesterday. This was the only motorcycle I know of with any of my family members. My dad dearly loved cars, but never could afford the one he liked most. I asked him one day if he could afford any car what would it be, he said, it would be a Jaguar. This is what he was driving when he answered that question.

I could probably get a bike, just to ride around town, but I’m told that’s where it is the most dangerous to ride. So any bike I got would need to be for “the open road”. I love the BMW motorcycles, which strangely I didn’t see at the show this weekend. (edit: My friends reminded me of the BMW K bikes that we saw)  They had a couple of Ural Tourists which look like R71s from the 1940s but are made in Russia and China today.

But hands down an old R90s would probably fit the bill. Classic, café styling, and unique enough that I would not be “one of the crowd”.

This is the motorcycle from Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Ad you can see from the advert. It was special. So in my pursuit of a motorcycle I’m going to say it would need to be BMW. Maybe if the wife finally lets down her guard and doubles my life insurance, I’ll get one.

“The only Zen you find on tops of mountains is the Zen you bring there.” — Robert M. Pirsig

I’ll keep filling my bag with Zen, because when I get to the top of the mountain on my motorcycle…I want it to be really special.

Thanks for reading and Happy Rovering.