So in early April I decided to start emptying my basement of the many thousands of dollars worth of parts I had been accumulating over the last few years. I put the car up on jack stands and began the process of:
-Cutting out the rear suspension (every bolt had to be cut with a sawzall).
-Removing the entire steering system.
-Removing the entire fuel system.
-Sanding down everywhere I could reach underneath with a wire brush and grinder.
-Hitting the underside with a few coats of POR15.
-Dropping the oil pan, banging out some dents, repainting it, installing new gasket.
Then began the process of:
-Installing a power rack and pinion steering system (Unisteer).
-Installing a new power brake booster and master cylinder.
-Installing new rear brake lines.
-Installing new rear springs/shocks/shackles/bushings.
-Installing new fuel tank, in tank Holley fuel pump and 3/8" stainless steel fuel lines.
-Installing Fitech EFI system.
-Installing '85 Mustang SVO seats the I reupholstered with TMI Mach 1 style covers.
-Installing lokar gas pedal and throttle cable.
-Installing export brace (Monte Carlo bar).
The process took longer than planned (when doesn't it) and everything seemed great. Car started right up with the EFI. No leaks from the brakes, steering, etc. And the seats are comfortable AF.
I got the car down on the ground and was getting ready to bring it down the street for a front end alignment and after driving it one car length out of the garage...
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#$%&*G TRANSMISSION EXPLODED
Fluid all over the driveway and underside of the car. Slamming in and out of gear as I sat there (C4 Auto). And the sound coming from inside resembled that of a rock tumbler. Mind you this was the ONLY part of the car I hadn't touched at this point.
So now I'm faced with a new transmission (I'm going with an AOD. I have a local guy who has come highly recommended by multiple lifelong mechanics and classic car people). I was planning on this anyway but that was a plan for a few years (and quite a few paychecks) down the road. The kicker is that I still don't know if everything else I've done is working correctly. I might spend big bucks on a new transmission and find out I screwed up a bunch of other crap when I go to test drive it.
I keep telling myself that it's better that it happened in my driveway and not 50 miles from home or doing 50 miles an hour driving to work although that line of thought is wearing thin. It's also not my daily driver (yet) although that is my goal with it for the nicer months around here. My wife keeps asking me if I actually like doing this (and also keeps asking me if I'm OK after she hears a loud noise from the garage and then a lot of cursing
) and lord help me for some reason I keep saying yes.
Sorry, just had too vent.