A lot of time has passed since my last post. I did not work on the '49 for a few weeks while I was on a bike ride (www.chrismntony.blogspot.com).  When I got back to it, I finished the non-cosmetic work. After restoring the engine and mechanical parts of the car, I moved on to the body and interior.  

The paint was bubbling.  I took my buffer out to buff out the bubbles.  It did not work.  Removing the bubbles left the primer showing.  The car needed to be repainted.  We were now about two weeks before the wedding.  Most conventional body shops would not paint a classic car.  Many of the classic car shops had a wait of several months.  A friend recommended a national paint shop chain nearby. The estimate there was about 50% - 75% cheaper than the other shops.  I feared that I would get what I was paying for.

I stripped all the chrome off the car and took it in.  While the car was in the shop, I buffed all the chrome and restored all the light fixtures. The light lenses are all glass.  How times have changed.

A week later, Jo and I went to pick it up.  But, they painted it the wrong color.  It was clearly a lighter shade of blue.  Also, the paint job was poorly done. It was now a week before the wedding. The shop resanded and repainted the '49 and we went back to pick it up fearing another problem.  However, it looked great!

With a week to go, I started the process of putting all the chrome, lights, and trim back on.  I worked late every night.  I found seat covers on eBay that matched the car very well.  (The original cloth seats looked quite good, but the top of the rear seat near the window was pretty well gone due to sun damage.)

By the Thursday before the wedding, the '49 was ready to go.  On Friday, I chauffeured Ben and Jack's girlfriends to the wedding hotel.  I parked the car in front of the main entrance and left it there.

The '49's first job was to take the bride to the "First Look" at Theodore Wirth Park.  (For those not familiar with the so-called "Frist Look," it is an event created - best I can tell - for convenience to take the place of the tradition of the bride and groom seeing each other for the first time that day at the alter.  The "First Look" allows the bride and groom to see each other earlier in the day for photographs to save the guests from the delay caused by the photo-op between the ceremony and reception.) I covered the new seat covers in back with a white bed cover.  In my tuxedo, I shined the car while waiting for the bride and talked to folks who stopped by to admire the car.

Then, the bride arrived.  As beautiful as the '49 looked after so many months of work and a fresh paint job, it paled in comparison to Anna.



Driving to the First Look was a special time with Anna.  I watched her in the rear-view mirror.  It seemed like yesterday that Anna and I would have our pancake breakfast while watching Pee Wee's [Herman] Playhouse" (that was before his arrest). 

Waiting at the park was the wedding party. The boys played football in their tuxedos.  The girls all looked beautiful. The weather started looking menacing. Then the sleet started. The sleet was actually better than rain as we stayed fairly dry. Everyone was laughing (and running for cover).  I was glad I had installed a new heater core in the '49!

I drove Clay and Anna to the wedding.  The rest of the evening was one of the greatest events of my life. So many good friends and family having such a wonderful time.  It went so fast.

The '49 did was not far from the festivities.  It sat quietly and majestically in front of the main entrance. Tied to the bumper was twine. Tied to the twine were tin cans. The rear window displayed: "Just Married." After the music had stopped an all had gone home, the '49 took us to the hotel.  It was a beautiful ride and I could have kept driving all night. 

After all the wedding activities were over, Jo and I drove the car for a week or two, but unfortunately, snow was soon in the forecast.  Reluctantly, I took the '49 to the Car Farm, covered it up, and put it to rest for the winter.






I look forward to next spring.

I thought for sure I had blown the engine.

Upon removing the driver side head, I saw that all of the water ports were clogged with debris.  Therefore, I decided to remove the passenger side head (which meant removing the distributor and other parts).

With all the parts off and degreased, I painted everything.  I also bought many new parts such as: generator and fan belts, heater and radiator hoses, tune-up parts (distributor cap, rotor, points, condenser), plugs, plug wires, etc.

I also spent a great deal of time studying flatheads and learning how to replace valve components.  I decided to go to Little Dearborn and buy the valve components.  I put them together.

This is the completed valve assembly.

I learned how to grind valves:

This is a valve "lapping tool" that attaches to the valve with a suction cup.  With valve grinding compound between the seat and the valve, you just spin the tool with your hands.

You can see the ring ground into the valve to match the valve seat.

Last weekend, Ben and I put them in. It went pretty smoothly.

When we were done with our first flathead valve job, everything looked good. Whether it was going to work was another question.

The new number 5 exhaust valve is on the right.

Most, but not all, of the valves are original.

Ben and I put the engine back together. This took many hours.  Torquing the many head and manifold nuts in the proper order was a job in itself. Everything went smoothly with one exception.  The distributor hold-down bolt broke.  But we were in great luck. It did not break flush with the block. Only the bolt head broke.  It was easy to get out.  This was our only problem (at least until I believed I had destroyed the engine).

Tightening new distributor hold-down bolt.

Ben was a huge help.  He is a natural mechanic.  If he ever wants to put his Ph.D in physics to good use, he can fix old cars.

Ben and I decided to fire it up. However, it would turn-over, but not fire.  I pulled the distributor cap and regapped the points at .015".  It fired! But when it did, there was this low-pitch metallic "thud."  It did not sound good. The engine would fire, but the thud would stop the engine's rotation. 

While I did not rule it out, I could not imagine how the new valve could cause this noise.  Maybe it was something stuck after sitting for so many years.  It was disappointing.  I left the dinner table early to try it again.  It started!

Jo and Ben came out to the garage.  It was running smoothly until I saw smoke and smelled oil.  Ben saw oil everywhere under the engine.  I was certain I had destroyed the engine. (The thought of documenting this moment with pictures did not cross my mind.)

We shut it down.  We looked over everything.  We could not see any holes in the engine.  We then found the problem.  We had simply forgotten to tighten the oil filter cap bolt.  The oil was being forced out of the cap.  What a relief.  We tightened it down and idled the car for about ten minutes.  

It ran very well.  I timed the engine by sound and adjusted the carb to make it run more smoothly.  (I need to get a 12 volt battery as my timing light will not work on a 6 volt system.)

Very glad that I did not wreck the motor!

The 100 H.P. V-8 looks pretty good for its age:

The next day, I finally took the car off the trailer and flushed the cooling system, flushed the engine, poured Sea Foam in the carb, put Techron in the tank, filled the tank with 91 octane non-oxygenated gas, and power washed the chassis and suspension.  It drives very nicely and idles very smoothly and quietly.

My only regret is that Ben did not get to drive it before returning east for school. But he'll get his chance.  The '49 should outlast both of us.

Our '49 Ford's History

Our 1949 Ford Custom Tudor was built in Somerville, Massachusetts.  The vehicle identification tags in 1949 carried very little information compared to later cars (see, e.g., http://chris67ss.blogspot.com/). Therefore, I do not know that much about this car's build history.

What I do know is that the '49 Ford (also called the "Shoebox" Ford) saved the Ford motor company.  



It was Ford's first post war car and it had to succeed. Thanks to Ford and those of us who enjoy them, it did.  I am one of those people who enjoy Fords. (I also own Dad's/Grampa's '31 Model A, a 1964 1/2 Mustang convertible, and a 1963 Ford Falcon Futura convertible. More blogs to come). 

The '49 was named "Car of the Year." It was also named the "Fashion Car of the Year"!

Apparently, even babies (at least smart ones) knew this:

Our Family's History With the '49 Ford:

My uncle Tom bought the car from the original owner.

The seller, Willard White, is not to be confused with the Willard Whyte from the James Bond film, Diamonds Are Forever.

In the glove box was Willard and Anabelle White's original "Service Policy" from the Ford dealer.

 

Our family is the second owner of the car.  

Tom runs "Howard's Body Shop" (Howard is my late grandfather).  Tom stripped the car and then saw that the body was perfectly straight.

Note the new metal added rather than plastic filler (i.e. "Bondo")

The markings on the body indicate areas that are too low or high that need to be repaired.

You can see from the newspaper ad above that the car was originally white.  Tom painted it a beautiful deep blue (an original color), but left everything else original (interior, engine, etc.)  

A very fresh coat of paint.

I bought the car from Tom in August 1989.  It looked like new. The odometer read 78,847 original miles. Dad and I picked it up.  It has a "three-on-the-tree" transmission.



It cruised surprisingly well at 65 m.p.h. with its original overdrive option.





It got 20.5 miles per gallon - not bad for a car made at a time when no one really cared about gas mileage (gas cost only $.26 per gallon).  It has no turn signals (they were a dealer-installed option). 

In the glove box were the 1949 Iowa hunting laws:


 Driving the '49 back to the Twin Cities was very comfortable. Upon reading another brochure in the glove box, I realized why:



The car did have a few luxury options.  One was a heater:

The car came with the quaint "Magic Air" installation drawings.

Note how it encourages me to "laugh at the weather  . . . all winter long."

The '49 also had the top-of-the-line radio which allows you to switch between "HI FIDELITY, MUSIC, and VOICE."


The car had no seat belts. That had to change as Anna was age two, Ben was one, and Jack would arrive in a couple years.  I added belts in the back for their car seats.

We drove the car everywhere: church, pancake breakfasts, A&W, car shows, and soccer, baseball and hockey games.  

A handsome young man!

That all temporarily ended in 2006.  After Back-to-the-Fifties that year, it seemed to be "missing" (not hitting on all eight cylinders).  

The first plug I removed was #5 (front driver's side) and this is what I saw:

To paraphrase the old Sesame Street song: "Which of these plugs is not like the other."  The diode on the middle plug is gone.  Looking into the spark plug hole I saw what looked like a free floating valve.  I know little of flathead engines, but I knew this was not good.  Life was too busy at the time, so rather than fix it, I parked it.  It sat at our Car Farm ever since.

That all changed with wedding bells.  Anna and Clay asked to use the '49 for their wedding this fall.  This was exciting for me as the Father of the Bride.  You see, the FOTB has nothing to do with planning a wedding aside from smiling, nodding approvingly and writing checks. So, to be able to actually contribute something meaningful is a big deal.

The problem is, while I know something about Big Blocks, I know next to nothing about "flathead" engines aside from the fact that they made hot rods famous.  Ford has not put them in cars for decades.  I started with Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ford_flathead_V8_engine.  I then searched for someone who could take a look at the engine.  I learned that flathead experts are a dying breed.  I found only one person.  I put the '49 on my trailer . . .

and headed to northern Anoka county to a nice motorhead (and I mean that to be very complimentary) named "Rick." Rick scratched his head and said I'd need to pull the head to find out what is going on.

I brought the car home, backed the trailer into my garage (with one inch to spare on each side of the trailer wheels) and started taking apart the engine. 

Note that my M5 has taken the spot of Jo's ML

Usually, the greatest frustration in taking old cars apart is that the bolts are disinclined to come out without great persuasion.  Surprisingly, however, all of the many head bolts and bolts holding down the various parts (fuel pump, thermostat housings, carburetor, oil filter housing, generator, etc.) came out exceptionally easy (with the help, of course, of an impact gun).

Fuel pump

Distributor

Here is the head before removal:

I removed the driver-side head.

Dome of combustion chamber on bottom of head.

There I found the free-floating valve head. 

The valve broke where the head meets the shaft.  

The valve had worn a small dent into the head itself which I do not think will be much of a problem.  This explained the damaged plug.

Here is a look down the exhaust valve hole on #5:

The intake valve is to the right and the cylinder at the bottom.  Note that the cooling holes are nearly corroded  closed.  For this reason, I later pulled the other head.

I then removed the intake manifold.

Here is what it looks like under the manifold:

You can see the four pairs of valves on the passenger side

Here is a close up of where the valve components sit above the cam shaft which has lobes on it and it pushes the lifter (the piece on the lower left of the photo above) up to raise the valve to let fuel/air in (for the intake valve) or let exhaust out (for the exhaust valve).  Here is a close-up of the valve pairs:

Note the missing valve on the far right of the driver's side

Below the manifold, I found the loose #5 valve components.

The broken valve guide is in the middle

The source of the problem was a broken valve guide. More specifically, the guide broke at the slot that accepts the clip that holds the valve components in place.  

My plan with Rick is to take the car back to him and he will install the new valve components and I will then put the engine back together.

I figured that if I am going to put the engine back together, I might as well make it look nice.  I put all of the parts into my parts cleaner (one of the best purchases I've made) and spent hours shedding the parts of more than 60 years of road grime.

I then prepped the parts for painting with high temperature engine paint.  Jo wondered what I was cooking on Sunday morning:

This may look like a pot, but it is actually the oil bath air cleaner.

I explained that each painted part needed to be baked for one hour at 200 degrees to fully cure the paint.

This is how far I have gotten as of this time.  It will be nice to have the '49 back on the road.