Progress on my 1968 Dodge Coronet

I’ve had this car since I was about 18 years old. Bought it with $900 of my college grant money. This is the third motor I’ve put in her, and I built the motor’s guts with my own two hands. Here she is firing up for the first time in around 10 years.

The exhaust is just headers at the moment, Flowtech ceramic coated full length headers. T.T.I. exhaust is en route to the car now. Once that’s in, I need tires and maybe rims if I can afford them, and she’s ready to road test and break in.

This video is the culmination of years of stubbornness, knuckles being busted on the car, blood sweat and maybe even some tears. It’s an amazing feeling to hear the engine turn over.

I was also relieved that the thing didn’t just explode in a million pieces, but I guess I built her up pretty good! Formula one pit crew here I come.

Brand new transmission from Bob Mazzolini racing, the entire engine is new, every part of the drivetrain is new or rebuilt. Radiator with transmission cooler, front disc brake conversion, new drums in the back, and complete new wiring harness complete and ready to go. No mystery parts, spaghetti wiring or mickey mouse fixes any more. Only recognized genuine parts, with extras like a complete MSD ignition system complete with BIllet distributor, big ignition module and coil.

All the new parts that used to collect dust in the car are now working and breathing fire. Soon I’ll pop a radio in there and take a cruise out on the road with her, and really get to enjoy the fruits of my years of labor. So happy right now. Can’t wait to tackle paint and interior and be completely done with her. 

More to come soon! 

– Fred.


At a loss in the supermarket

Today I saw somebody I hadn’t seen in a long time, an old girlfriend I used to see a few years back. We had a very short, but interesting conversation, and when she went to leave, she gave me a hug and the squeeze was pretty tight. I didn’t know what to make of that, but it felt good anyway, and I said “Have a good night” afterward. I was at the Smart and Final down the street, perusing the veggies on the way home when I saw her. I didn’t even expect the hug, but it was like a weird reflex when she went for it, so I hugged her. I didn’t squeeze like she did, and I’m sure she felt that. This girl knew me well.
Not sure if she reads here. She would know that if I wrote about her I wouldn’t use her name nor divulge her identity anyway. I think about these things. I wonder why. All this paranoia, who really cares? Who really cares what someone thinks they know, or have seen? Still, no names out of respect, and if this needs to be taken down for any reason, I’d be happy to.
So anyway, once again, I saw somebody I used to date at the market earlier today. I honestly felt like she missed me when she told me she did, but she also told me that I should come out, and that there were people who would like to see me, and right away she named a lot of the people she knows I don’t want to see.
Clever girl.
Like I say, I knew her very well. Inevitably, she came to know me very well. She knew right away that this part of the conversation was over, and that I recognized she was being a little snoopy. I let her know I’d rather not talk about it, said it was nice seeing her in the most convincing tone I could muster, and got in line.
I was a it dumbfounded when I got home, steamed some Brussels sprouts with some little red potatoes, and some corn on the cob. Looked awesome. When it was done, I sat down to eat, but then pushed my dinner aside, and just had to type this out. Now about half an hour later, my dinner looks cold, but I’m going to eat it, go to sleep, go to work in the morning, and forget all about my trip to the supermarket today…..