Part 9: Rebirth - 2014
Now that things were stable in my personal life and I remarried and climbing out of divorce debt I began to think about that car that was parked in my mom’s garage. A few things clicked for me financially and I now I had some time and wherewithal to tackle
El Cacharro for the first time in about four years. The first thing I did was call my old mechanic, the guy who rebuilt the engine. He rents out his shop to someone else now, driven out of business by the bureaucrats with their fees, inspections, licenses, etc. So now he sells cars and works on them on the side. Take that you bureaucrats!
He was finally able to isolate the short and do some needed rewiring. He noticed the master cylinder was leaking at the firewall and so I later had that replaced. AC wasn’t working so I took it to a specialist thinking it was low on refrigerant. He put the gauges on it and said it had some pressure but compressor was not getting any juice. I couldn’t resolve it that day so I ended up taking it to a neighborhood mechanic near my office a couple of weeks later. He got the compressor working and now the only thing is that the fan only blows on the high setting.
I began driving El Cacharro a lot more. My family and friends on Facebook are quite familiar with my status updates and photographs with the hashtag #CacharroLife. Here’s some of the recent fun we’ve been having.
With all these repairs completed I really wanted to put El Cacharro to the test. I now have two stepchildren in addition to my own two. Neither my wife’s daily driver nor mine can accommodate all six of us. My wife, who initially hated the car, warmed up to the idea of taking it on vacation to Ft. Myers Beach, about a 150-mile journey.
All summer I was prepping the car for the trip. I had confidence in the engine, transmission and cooling system as they are all brand new. My fear was an electrical problem or some other peripheral issue.
The tires appeared to be good condition as they only had about four or five thousand miles on them. Appeared is the operative word as I had a blowout going about 80 MPH on I-75. I think the 10-year-old rubber combined with the 90+ degree weather at highway speed was reason.
The blowout was scary but
El Cacharro handled it like a champ. It held its line I was able to pull over without incident. The hubcap that flew off was mangled. I thought to myself, a blowout can happen to anyone. I had to remind my wife that her three year old BMW once had a blowout. It didn’t appease her.
With a floor jack, a full sized spare and tire inflator compressor in the trunk, I was prepared. The problem I had was that with all the weight in the car from the luggage (and passengers that I didn’t want wandering on the side of the road) I couldn’t get the floor jack under the car in the ideal spot. I used the factory jack to raise the car just enough to do that, put the spare on inflated it and we were ready to roll.
We stopped at the next exit to get myself cleaned up and hydrated. We were back on the interstate about 10 miles down the road when I noticed a vibration. I pulled over to check the lugs and they were tight. I looked at the tires and they looked ok. I began driving again tentatively and then BANG. When I got out I couldn’t immediately tell what happened. There was a chunk of tread on the road but the tires were all still inflated. I thought maybe a piece of the first tire had been caught up under the car somewhere and dropped off. But I quickly realized the tread had come from the spare. Now I was 20 miles from Naples with no spare. It should be noted that the spare was even older than the four tires that were on the car. It was the best of the four on the car when I bought the new tires back in 2004. I’ve learned my lesson: change the tires every five years no matter what.
Here's me jacking up the car after the initial blowout. My stepson is in the background walking back from retrieving the mangled hubcap:
I called Hagerty Plus and they told me a flatbed would be there in 65 minutes. My problem was the five passengers I had with me. Luckily we were going to meet a friend, who was visiting from abroad, in Naples. She had a rented SUV. We called her and she came and picked up my family. The flatbed got there about 15 minutes before the promised time which was very much welcome since it was boiling hot.
Here's
El Cacharro on the flatbed: