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    • By Gonzo
      I Must Be An Antique
       
      One weekend my wife and I decided to take a detour on our way home and stop by some of the local antique stores. She was looking for a piece to put in her quilting studio, and since I was driving, I grudgingly tagged along. Window shopping isn't one of my strong points. I'm more of the "Get what you came for, and go home" type. Although a little quality time with the Mrs.is something I didn't want to pass up. There wasn't a whole lot that interested me, other than the architecture, but on we went from store to store.
       
      We came across a store front that had the charm of days gone by. Inside was a long counter that was as antique as the store, full of all kinds of items. The ceiling was original with an ornate tin embossed design that stretched to the back of the store. The entire store was as much an antique as the wares for sale. By now my curiosity was in full swing to see the rest of the building. It originally was the town's hardware store from around the turn of the last century, and the décor hadn't changed from its early beginnings.
       
      We made our way around the displays and meandered to the back of the store. Here the store divided into an upper and lower level. She asked me, "Do you want to go downstairs and check it out?" Sure,might as well take the grand tour. The rickety stairs creaked and moaned with every step, and as we reached the bottom floor a large room opened up with what can be best described as a tool guy's paradise. Hanging from the rafters and on every shelf were tools of every description. Wood, concrete, railroad, gardening, big, small, tools and more tools, and yes… row after row of mechanic's tools. I must be in heaven. I've never seen such a variety of tools in one place before. Shelf after shelf of every type of tool you could think of. Some looked as worn and tattered as the old building, while others looked practically new.
       
      In one corner of the basement were several timing lights of different types and sizes. On a hook was a well-used dwell meter hanging by its cords, as well as multi-meters and amp gauges. As I walked around staring at all of the history on these shelves I couldn't help but smile. I could recall working under the hood of a car with these very same tools, and here they are resting in the basement of an antique store. It was like I stepped back in time, and was reliving all the work I've done with them. I couldn't help but feel nostalgic about my chosen profession.
       
      By now my wife had drifted off to another part of the store. I'm sure she knew where to find me. It wasn't likely that I was going to wander too far from here, at least not until I had my fill of looking at all this stuff.
       
      "I'll come find you when I'm ready," she said as she headed back up those creaking stairs. I waved my hand in her direction as if to say, "I know, I know… go on…I'll catch up."
       
      Over on one shelf was a small leather covered box. I opened it, and inside was a dial indicator …almost complete. It was lacking the extension rods. Not a problem, I just happened to have a set in my toolbox. The price on the sticker was… ten dollars! I've got to get this. On the very next shelf there was a well-worn piston ring groove cleaner. No price tag on it and it still had a layer of grime covering the cutting bit. Not that I'm going to be needing a ring groove cleaner any time soon, but it was one of those things that looked out of place on the shelf. It had to come home with me.
       
      After what seemed like minutes, but I'm sure my wife would tell you it was more like hours,I thought I better go find her and take my new found goodies up to that old counter. On the way out I saw a large pile of snap ring pliers. One had the smallest tips on it that I've ever seen. Now, that's something I can use. The tag read… two dollars! Two bucks? Ok, it's coming with me, too.
       
      I found the wife in another part of the store still searching for her one item, which she still hasn't found. She seemed a bit curious as to what was taking me so long. With a great deal of enthusiasm I proceeded to tell her all about them. Obviously my exuberant tale of my great finds didn't interest her that much. In a stern voice she said, "Can we go now?"
       
      "Ok, let me go pay for these," I said with a gleam in my eye.
       
      I put my best bargain hunter's face on, and laid my items down on the counter. "I found this dial indicator for ten bucks;it's missing a few pieces and this snap ring pliers for two, but this other thing you didn't have a price on it. It's kind of grungy, needs cleaned up, how about I give you ten bucks for all three?" I said with a smile.
       
      The clerk looked at the items I had laid out, and then picked up the groove cleaner. She held it up to her elderly father sitting just off to the side, "What's this worth, Dad?"
       
      He got up from reading the paper, leaned forward, and peered over his glasses, "Ain't worth a thing."
       
      "Well this guy wants to give you ten bucks for all three of these things. I don't even know what this is, Dad?"
       
      In my haste to make a deal I blurted out, "If you can tell me what this is, I'll gladly give you the ten bucks for all three."
       
      The old man leans over the counter, squints a bit and says,"That's a piston ring groove cleaner, probably from the fifties. I've used one many a time," then sat backdown, "Sure I'll take ten bucks for all three."
       
      With that I handed the cash to the little lady.
       
      As I finished the transaction I walked over to shake the old man's hand, "Sir, there's not too many people who would have known what this is. You've made my day."
       
      As we drove home, my wife curiously asked what was so exciting about looking at all those tools, especially since I handle tools all day long. With a great amount of ambiguity I said, "Well,they're tools, dear… you know… tools."
       
      She may not understand my thing for tools, but from now on I'll keep my eyes open for another place like this and maybe pick up a few more treasures. It was about then, while driving home, I finally realized where I'd been… an antique store of all places… these tools are antiques! That's when I realized my own plight, its official… I must be an antique as well.
       
       
       
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    • By UsedTireShop
      We are stumped on this one. This van was limped to us by the customer who tried to fix it himself. Truck was skipping and barely running.
      We shimmed the new crank sensor. Reset the distributor (it was off 2 teeth). We repaired the common ground issue this vehicle has. Changed the dist. cap and rotor with Eclin parts.
      Truck ran great for one day. Day 2 it was limped back to our shop. We found that we had to cycle the key to get the fuel pressure up. We replaced the clogged fuel filter. Truck still wouldn't start because of no spark.
      We changed the ignition module and the truck started and ran fine for a little bit. The tech noticed that the voltage gauge was pinned in the red. We assume the high voltage cooked the module.
      Any ideas would be greatly appreciated.
    • By PAPShop
      One of the things around here is Fundraising Benefits for families that are going thru a tough time. They have had a house fire and lost everything or they are have a major medical issue, etc.
       
      That being said, as a business we get asked ALL the time for silent auction donations. We have designed a form for the requestor to fill out and have internally set up criteria as to who we will donate to. I am looking for ideas for something to give that will get bids to raise funds and will promote what we do as a business. We usually give alignment gift certificates, valued up to $80, our 4 wheel alignment is $79.99, and a t-shirt packaged together.
       
      Any suggestions? Thanks.
    • By ecar larry
      Just thought I would share this. About 2 weeks ago we had a customer come in with the check engine light on.
       
      We pulled the code P0301, as I was writing up the work order he told me he had just come from the local dealership and they told him that they found 2 codes,P0301 and P0308, then told him that it would cost 375.00 to diagnose the cause of the misfire, he agreed, 2 days later they told the customer that he needed both heads replaced at a cost of 8400.00, (OUCH) the customer then asked me if we would give him a second opinion.
       
      We went through and checked the basics, all was good, compression 10psi low on #1, leak down test good, and thats when the head scratching started, keeping in mind that the truck only had 60,000 miles on it internal mechanical failure was not on our radar.
       
      After quite a bit of research, we came across a "SI" or as we call them a tsb with regards to the intake cam lobe on the #1 cylinder wearing due to lack of lubracation at idle, we measured the rocker travel and we found a full 1/32" between cylinders 1 and 3.
       
      Replaced the cam and all 16 lifters, no more misfires, truck passed smog and the customer is a happy camper.
       
      I have to say in the 21 years we been in business I have never had to replace a cam for a misfire.
       
      Any of you guys or gals came across this?
       
      Thanks
      Larry
    • By xrac
      This is a pretty cool commercial:
       

      http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=LHNgyZMqlYc
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