Took the car to a little gathering of local Mopar guys today. The Club officers were sponsoring a little burger burn at the local park, so I fired up the Imperial this morning, dragged the lovely wife out and headed to the park, which was eight miles away...did I mention that I still have done nothing to the brakes but add brake fluid? Ahhh, but the ride there involved nearly no downhill approaches to stop signs, so that's OK, right? Oh, yeah, my brake lights are not working right, either...I had to turn on my headlights at a stop sign or light, so that the brake lamps would illuminate. At least the RR blinker works.
With the air working in a warm mode, the windows inop (still), and the top up, it was a warm ride there and back. But hey, our grandfathers and fathers didn't have air, right? None of us died on a cross-country trip, did we? It was fun, bringing the car out for a little time in the sunshine.
Got home and found the right front brake cylinder seal ruptured on the way home, two blocks from the driveway. So, on the agenda this week is first - fix the brakes! Second, trace down the electrical gremlins (I replaced all six bulbs a day ago!)...and third, charge the air conditioning.