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- Ze_Elephant
I've been meaning to put this up for quite some time now, and now is the time I've determined to post it.
Last July or August, I got my first car. It's a 2001 Dodge Stratus in "95 year old beige." I prefer the Dodge name, Champagne Pearl, but the paint on it is awful, so I digress.
This is how he looked when I first got him for the sum of $600. I change tires and do oil changes at my uncle's service station, and while waxing short buses there (we maintain the local special ed buses), this car got towed in after being ditched. The lady who ditched it paid her tow bill with the car's title, and my parents decided to purchase this (side note: technically, it's my parents car because the title is in their name and they paid for it. However, this is my parents' way of giving us our first car. The first is a freebie, and no matter how long it lasts, we cover all vehicles on our own afterwards).
As you can see, the beige truly makes it look like an old person's car. Thus, I christened him Reginald, because Reginald is a very beige name.
Some maintenance was immediately required, though. We got a like-new set of used tires for $200 (I love $50 a piece Falkens!), a set of new spark plugs (it's nice having a gap that's not twice the manufacturer's requirements), and a passenger's rear door from a Sebring, since the old one was plagued with classic Mopar rust (let's all agree to just ignore how much different Chrysler beige is from Dodge beige). Next, we repaired the trunk floor, since it was horribly mangled. We cut come pieces of 2x4 and a couple other 2x2 or 1x2 pieces and screwed these into the particle board from the floor. The taillights were replaced with ones that didn't retain water, and after that I decided to pretty him all up with a good wash and wax, a solid headlight buff, and a $25 set of plastic wheel covers.
This didn't fix the dents, other forms of rust (driver's rocker panel and both rear quarters), or the scratches that make it look like it was washed with an SOS pad, but it helped a lot to get this all done (cameo with my brother's truck in the background. Bought by my dad new in 1994, and now has ~240k miles. It's tired, but it's still running.)
Now, I was pretty happy with how everything was at this point. However, as time went on, I got a little tired of exactly how much of the driver's side rocker panel no longer existed (check it out in the first picture). So, my dad and I decided to rectify this issue. So in the summer of 2016, we ordered a $40 driver's side rocker from ebay. It showed up, and it appears the seller threw in the passenger's side rocker for free. Aren't we lucky...
Now the new rocker was interesting. These Chrysler cloud cars (Stratus, Cirrus, and Breeze for the first generation; only the Stratus lived beyond 2000) had terrible issues with water getting inside the rocker panels. This sounds okay-ish, except somebody decided to fill the rockers with foam (crash protection? sound deadening?) that retained water. Add in Michigan winters and you magically no longer have rocker panels.
Anyways, we are expert body workers (as evidenced by the "removal" of the large dent in the passenger's rear quarter), so we went straight to work with the saws-all.
In short, rust-be-gone! You can also see some of the foam we removed from inside, as well. After this, it was time to test fit and install our new rocker panel. Now, how do you install a new body panel? Weld it in? Epoxy glue? Dental floss and bubble gum? Oh no no no, not at all.
Sheet metal screws and pop rivets are the ideal fasteners for body work! We got this on, and then sealed the edges with silicone and primed the whole thing.
I was pretty excited now. All we had to do was put the paint and clear coat on and it was a job well done!
Or so I thought...
We sprayed on some paint and let it dry overnight. The next morning I looked at it and thought it was sorta funky. It looked all crackly, but I chose to do the proper thing and ignore it for a while. We weren't able to do some proper work on it for another week or so, but after that time we painted a light coat on the whole thing, and...
It all turned out crackly.
A few minutes of learning from the internet told me we didn't do our research. Turn out lacquer paint doesn't really liked being sprayed onto enamel primer, and the paint didn't really appreciate the silicone, either. So, it was time to clean it up. We broke out the mineral spirits, sandpaper, and razor blades and got to work.
After many hours of cleaning, it was all cleaned up and ready for some new lacquer primer to go on.
And after this was all primed, we painted it all up with our paint and clear-coated it. After this was dried, we re-did out silicone work to make sure the least amount of moisture possible could make its way in.
This condensed two months of weekend work into a few pictures, and apparently I wasn't excited enough after all of this time to take a picture of the completed rocker. That, or I lost the photo when switching phones... Either way, you can sorta see the new rocker in this picture I took a while later.
So following the rocker panel incident, I decided to leave Reginald alone until August, when I sanded and repainted the steelies. This helped them to look better from the rust splotches all over them, but I still wished I had a set of actual alloy wheels.
Well, October came around, and my priest's car, which happened to be a 2001 Dodge Stratus, was towed in to the service station where I work (my uncles do free maintenance for local clergy). Apparently, his car sometimes refused to start up. One of my uncles priced out what he thought it would be to solve the issue, and determined that it wasn't worth putting the money into the car (it didn't help that this car had the 2.7 V6 that's notorious for sludge buildup). Come to find out, Father Steve also thought the car had transmission issues. So, Father had to find another car since it would cost at least 2-3 grand in maintenance to get it all right. Not worth it on a $1200 car.
November rolls around, and the car is still sitting there at the station. One of my uncles told me he offered to sell the whole car for $300 to a kid who wanted the front bumper off of it. Well, the kid never showed up, so I talked to my parents about it, went to the bank, and paid $300 for the car. When going out on a wrecker call, my uncle dropped the car off in our front yard, and it was time to get to work.
I don't know if you are like me or not, but one of the things I noticed right away was Father's old car had alloys. Conveniently, he got a set of new Coopers put on the car a month or two before it broke. Happy times for me!
I was so excited to have alloys that I wanted to change the wheels over right away. Well, as it turns out, this wasn't as simple as I would have wanted to believe...
You see, the day the parts car was dropped off was conveniently my girlfriend's sister's birthday. My girlfriend invited me over to her house that night, and she told me "I don't think my parents would appreciate waiting for you" after I told her I was going to swap the wheels over. At this point, it was about 3:20. She doesn't get out of work until 4:00, and it takes her fifteen minutes to get home. I budgeted 40 minutes to swap wheels, knowing it takes 10-20 minutes at work with air tools and hoists.
So I pulled the two jacks out of the garage and my dad's four-way get to work. I broke all of the lug nuts loose on the cars (fun fact, the lug nuts on Reginald always sucked, and the other guys at work torque lug nuts on way to tightly, so that made it fun), and then I tried to jack the parts car up, and the jack refused to go high enough, so I dug around the garage where spare wood was supposed to be before finally asking my mom where I could find a 2x4 to stick on the jack. I was directed to our small shed. I found a 2x4, stuck it on the jack, and...
It still didn't go up.
I was rather flustered and talked to my mom about it, at which point I was reminded that my dad owns jack stands. By this time, it was about 3:40, and I was done with patience. I put Reginald on the stands and jacked up the other car, swapped the wheels and lug nuts, and put it all back together. I moved on to the driver's side of Reginald, and jacked him up. Well, I intended to only jack the front end up, but the front and back came up. I put the stand under both ends and let the jack down, only to find out that the rear end didn't come down on the jack stand back there, and the side of the car was held up with only the front jack stand. We all know how we get when it's 3:56 and you're rushed to make it in time, so I said screw it and left it how it was.
I walked over to the parts car and started breaking lug nuts loose on the driver's side. As mentioned earlier, they were tightened terribly hard at the shop, and, while standing on my dad's four-way to break the lugs loose, I got a little too much angle and broke the 19mm end. It's 3:58, and I'm in a pickle.
I ran up to the garage and scavenged around for something, anything to keep moving. And then I saw it, like a godsend: a spare tire tool my dad pulled from an Intrepid parts car seven or eight years prior. I grabbed it and broke all of the lug nuts loose, swapped wheels over, and got everything tightened up and good.
A quick look at my watch told me it was about 4:10 when I was all finished cleaning up and everything. My girlfriend already had left her work, so I washed my hands, talked to my mom for a minute, and drove over to my girlfriend's house to avoid making her parents wait very long for birthday celebrations. I showed up at her house, and she tells me "Oh hey, my mom's leaving at about 5:15 to pick her up from dance practice."
Anyways, I snapped a picture of Reginald with his new shoes at her house, so something good came out of it.
As it stands, this is about how Reginald looks right now, and I'm going to try to make 2017 a good year for him, with more part swapping from the parts car, and maybe some attempts to get some better mileage from him.
Last July or August, I got my first car. It's a 2001 Dodge Stratus in "95 year old beige." I prefer the Dodge name, Champagne Pearl, but the paint on it is awful, so I digress.
This is how he looked when I first got him for the sum of $600. I change tires and do oil changes at my uncle's service station, and while waxing short buses there (we maintain the local special ed buses), this car got towed in after being ditched. The lady who ditched it paid her tow bill with the car's title, and my parents decided to purchase this (side note: technically, it's my parents car because the title is in their name and they paid for it. However, this is my parents' way of giving us our first car. The first is a freebie, and no matter how long it lasts, we cover all vehicles on our own afterwards).
As you can see, the beige truly makes it look like an old person's car. Thus, I christened him Reginald, because Reginald is a very beige name.
Some maintenance was immediately required, though. We got a like-new set of used tires for $200 (I love $50 a piece Falkens!), a set of new spark plugs (it's nice having a gap that's not twice the manufacturer's requirements), and a passenger's rear door from a Sebring, since the old one was plagued with classic Mopar rust (let's all agree to just ignore how much different Chrysler beige is from Dodge beige). Next, we repaired the trunk floor, since it was horribly mangled. We cut come pieces of 2x4 and a couple other 2x2 or 1x2 pieces and screwed these into the particle board from the floor. The taillights were replaced with ones that didn't retain water, and after that I decided to pretty him all up with a good wash and wax, a solid headlight buff, and a $25 set of plastic wheel covers.
This didn't fix the dents, other forms of rust (driver's rocker panel and both rear quarters), or the scratches that make it look like it was washed with an SOS pad, but it helped a lot to get this all done (cameo with my brother's truck in the background. Bought by my dad new in 1994, and now has ~240k miles. It's tired, but it's still running.)
Now, I was pretty happy with how everything was at this point. However, as time went on, I got a little tired of exactly how much of the driver's side rocker panel no longer existed (check it out in the first picture). So, my dad and I decided to rectify this issue. So in the summer of 2016, we ordered a $40 driver's side rocker from ebay. It showed up, and it appears the seller threw in the passenger's side rocker for free. Aren't we lucky...
Now the new rocker was interesting. These Chrysler cloud cars (Stratus, Cirrus, and Breeze for the first generation; only the Stratus lived beyond 2000) had terrible issues with water getting inside the rocker panels. This sounds okay-ish, except somebody decided to fill the rockers with foam (crash protection? sound deadening?) that retained water. Add in Michigan winters and you magically no longer have rocker panels.
Anyways, we are expert body workers (as evidenced by the "removal" of the large dent in the passenger's rear quarter), so we went straight to work with the saws-all.
In short, rust-be-gone! You can also see some of the foam we removed from inside, as well. After this, it was time to test fit and install our new rocker panel. Now, how do you install a new body panel? Weld it in? Epoxy glue? Dental floss and bubble gum? Oh no no no, not at all.
Sheet metal screws and pop rivets are the ideal fasteners for body work! We got this on, and then sealed the edges with silicone and primed the whole thing.
I was pretty excited now. All we had to do was put the paint and clear coat on and it was a job well done!
Or so I thought...
We sprayed on some paint and let it dry overnight. The next morning I looked at it and thought it was sorta funky. It looked all crackly, but I chose to do the proper thing and ignore it for a while. We weren't able to do some proper work on it for another week or so, but after that time we painted a light coat on the whole thing, and...
It all turned out crackly.
A few minutes of learning from the internet told me we didn't do our research. Turn out lacquer paint doesn't really liked being sprayed onto enamel primer, and the paint didn't really appreciate the silicone, either. So, it was time to clean it up. We broke out the mineral spirits, sandpaper, and razor blades and got to work.
After many hours of cleaning, it was all cleaned up and ready for some new lacquer primer to go on.
And after this was all primed, we painted it all up with our paint and clear-coated it. After this was dried, we re-did out silicone work to make sure the least amount of moisture possible could make its way in.
This condensed two months of weekend work into a few pictures, and apparently I wasn't excited enough after all of this time to take a picture of the completed rocker. That, or I lost the photo when switching phones... Either way, you can sorta see the new rocker in this picture I took a while later.
So following the rocker panel incident, I decided to leave Reginald alone until August, when I sanded and repainted the steelies. This helped them to look better from the rust splotches all over them, but I still wished I had a set of actual alloy wheels.
Well, October came around, and my priest's car, which happened to be a 2001 Dodge Stratus, was towed in to the service station where I work (my uncles do free maintenance for local clergy). Apparently, his car sometimes refused to start up. One of my uncles priced out what he thought it would be to solve the issue, and determined that it wasn't worth putting the money into the car (it didn't help that this car had the 2.7 V6 that's notorious for sludge buildup). Come to find out, Father Steve also thought the car had transmission issues. So, Father had to find another car since it would cost at least 2-3 grand in maintenance to get it all right. Not worth it on a $1200 car.
November rolls around, and the car is still sitting there at the station. One of my uncles told me he offered to sell the whole car for $300 to a kid who wanted the front bumper off of it. Well, the kid never showed up, so I talked to my parents about it, went to the bank, and paid $300 for the car. When going out on a wrecker call, my uncle dropped the car off in our front yard, and it was time to get to work.
I don't know if you are like me or not, but one of the things I noticed right away was Father's old car had alloys. Conveniently, he got a set of new Coopers put on the car a month or two before it broke. Happy times for me!
I was so excited to have alloys that I wanted to change the wheels over right away. Well, as it turns out, this wasn't as simple as I would have wanted to believe...
You see, the day the parts car was dropped off was conveniently my girlfriend's sister's birthday. My girlfriend invited me over to her house that night, and she told me "I don't think my parents would appreciate waiting for you" after I told her I was going to swap the wheels over. At this point, it was about 3:20. She doesn't get out of work until 4:00, and it takes her fifteen minutes to get home. I budgeted 40 minutes to swap wheels, knowing it takes 10-20 minutes at work with air tools and hoists.
So I pulled the two jacks out of the garage and my dad's four-way get to work. I broke all of the lug nuts loose on the cars (fun fact, the lug nuts on Reginald always sucked, and the other guys at work torque lug nuts on way to tightly, so that made it fun), and then I tried to jack the parts car up, and the jack refused to go high enough, so I dug around the garage where spare wood was supposed to be before finally asking my mom where I could find a 2x4 to stick on the jack. I was directed to our small shed. I found a 2x4, stuck it on the jack, and...
It still didn't go up.
I was rather flustered and talked to my mom about it, at which point I was reminded that my dad owns jack stands. By this time, it was about 3:40, and I was done with patience. I put Reginald on the stands and jacked up the other car, swapped the wheels and lug nuts, and put it all back together. I moved on to the driver's side of Reginald, and jacked him up. Well, I intended to only jack the front end up, but the front and back came up. I put the stand under both ends and let the jack down, only to find out that the rear end didn't come down on the jack stand back there, and the side of the car was held up with only the front jack stand. We all know how we get when it's 3:56 and you're rushed to make it in time, so I said screw it and left it how it was.
I walked over to the parts car and started breaking lug nuts loose on the driver's side. As mentioned earlier, they were tightened terribly hard at the shop, and, while standing on my dad's four-way to break the lugs loose, I got a little too much angle and broke the 19mm end. It's 3:58, and I'm in a pickle.
I ran up to the garage and scavenged around for something, anything to keep moving. And then I saw it, like a godsend: a spare tire tool my dad pulled from an Intrepid parts car seven or eight years prior. I grabbed it and broke all of the lug nuts loose, swapped wheels over, and got everything tightened up and good.
A quick look at my watch told me it was about 4:10 when I was all finished cleaning up and everything. My girlfriend already had left her work, so I washed my hands, talked to my mom for a minute, and drove over to my girlfriend's house to avoid making her parents wait very long for birthday celebrations. I showed up at her house, and she tells me "Oh hey, my mom's leaving at about 5:15 to pick her up from dance practice."
Anyways, I snapped a picture of Reginald with his new shoes at her house, so something good came out of it.
As it stands, this is about how Reginald looks right now, and I'm going to try to make 2017 a good year for him, with more part swapping from the parts car, and maybe some attempts to get some better mileage from him.
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