This is my second car.
It's a 1942 Cadillac 62 Series. I'm currently restoring it to its original beauty. I just turned 17, and need all the help I can get.
A week ago, I was able to find a new flywheel for it. The old one was destroyed by heat when someone tried pulling it in 1st to unfreeze the engine. Always start in 3rd or 2nd, then go to first. Thank you to my machinist, now I know. As soon as it comes, I can get the rotating assembly balanced and finish the engine assembly.
A couple weeks ago, I took it down to where I work. My boss is going to help me take the body off the frame so I can rebuild the chassis. He picked the whole thing up with a forklift. The last thing you want to see is your car in the air, unless it's doing a wheelie.
Car's in the shop, but now it's a body and a frame.
There's the frame, strongest car frame I've ever seen. It's made entirely of c-channel and i-beams, and it holds the body to itself with 22 bolts. Can you say, rigid?
Of course, before that picture could be taken, the body had to come off.
Thanks to our handy-dandy forklift, which I fixed over the summer, that thing came off fairly easily. The body, surprisingly, didn't do a whole lot of clinging. I had to take off the right rear door so the forks could get through it, though. Too bad they used screws instead of bolts.
