I went for a trip to Melbourne (4.5 hours drive) with my mate last for for moral support. The plan was to go in a ED Flacon to Melbourne with a car trailer and pick up a roller Silvia from some ricer shop. So off we went, at first we thought the Falcon has a small miss but decided it was just the trailer bangind around and pulling on the car. Anyway we arrived in Melbourne all good. Got the Silvia tied on, tied a spare engine on the back with some seatbelts and off we went. We were worried about making it up the big climb out the Western freeway out near Baccus Marsh so we took a big run up BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRR got 3/4s the way up the biggest hill BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...................................Silence. Oh no
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RRrRrRRrRRrRRRR...... nothing RrRrRRRRRRR nothing...... great
. So there we were perched at altitude on one of the most busy roads around with trucks going past nearly blowing us over. We go out and investigated and my mate being a Falcon man decided it was the coil (or the ignition module) but went with the coil, I said at this time, you know it's going to be the module right?
it's the way these things go. So we sat there for a while (had no credit on his phone) finally he found his new card for the phone and called his only relitives in Melbourne who were happy enough to go and pick up a coil from repco for him. So his cousins husband arrives with the coil, ok so some stuffing around follows then the coil is installed RRrRrRRRRRr........ nothin. Disaster. We sat there for a while, at some stage a random dude got a blowout in his VT? just as he went passed us blopblopblblop he had no spare lol! so he stayed with us for a while then we gave him a ride back into town as we wet for a module. We got back into town and droped him off near a wreckers. We got a module, go back...... Dont have enough tools to get it in the Dizzy. Gah!. At this stage it was dark and freezing cold, we had no torch so we called it quits and went back into Melbourne. we got his cousins LS1 VX? and drove back out there unhooked the trailer and towed the Silvia back to Melbourne.
Untied the engine, spilt engine oil all over the trailer/yard, pushed the Silvia off the trailer which dinged the chassis rails :S. Then took the trailer back out there and tried to get the Falcon on the trailer. Now.......
Getting a rolling Silvia on a trailer with a old frayed winch is one thing. Getting a ED Falcon on prooved to be all the way more difficult
. The wires on the which were unravling PIng PJIGN PONG PING all over the shop at one stage I started Screaming because they had rolled the falcons front wheel back over my sneaker powered foot. My screams resulted in brakes begin applied, more screams as I had a stationary Falcon slowly making my foot look flat like one from a bad cartoon. Finally they rolled it off my foot
. So we were taking it turns trying to wind this Falcon onto the trailer. One on the winch and two in the boot to stop the rear wheels on the LS1 from lifting in the air (which they did at some stage(we were on a steep hill remember) Anyway by some miricle of all miricles the Falcon made it on and we took that back to Melbourne.
My mate had decided he was going to buy a whole dizzy in the morning but then realised he had lost his wallet in all the drama so after looking all around the Silvia and the Falcon we got in the LS1 (which had burned half a tank of fuel by now and went back out the highway to find his wallet whch we never did. So we came home, my mate was totally stressed out and had to smoke himself to sleep. My wife had been calling all afternoon and night worried sick about me but I assured her one way or another (Falcon or train I would be home that night). Then I fell asleep kinda, the ducted heating was about 20c too hot for us bushies so we almost died over night but the sun rose and we were still alive,,,, just.
In the morning light things started to improve we found the wallet stashed beside the seat in the Falcon. We called the local Ford where he works how then called the local repco who then called the nearest Repco in Melbourne who then gave us a complete dizzy/module on our local Fords account. So we went and got that. I held a screw drived down the number one spark plug hole while my mate with deft hands cranked the starter mm by mm untill we had TDC. Found a few budget tools in his cousins backyard shed, jammed the dizzy in and tried to start it RrRrRR bRBBRBrbrbBRB......... Almost! but not quite. Moved the dizzy one tooth, RrRRRRRrRRr BROOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM ROOOOOOOOOOOOOM ROOOOOOOOOOOM Falcon POWA. Horay!. Everything was good. We wound the Silvia on the trailer tied the engine back on, did some pollutant control (oil spill cleanup with a roll of toilet paper) Jumped in the Falcon and headed home. We had the timing wound right up stuck some 98 octane in it and took a big run up for the hill of disaster, BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR (heaters on flat out to stop is over heating)BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrOVER THE HILL!!!!RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
And we cruised all the way home
I found myself in alot of trouble just for my moral support but without me there to calm him down my mate would have been having a freak out so it all worked out for the best. The lesson of the day was, don't go for long trip in a Falcon and if you do have a Commodore on standby for backup
and if you must put your faith in a Nissan, make sure it's one with a engine (inside the engine bay)
I should pretty much win this thread