The Doba was Christened Today
Still waiting for the wheels and have yet to hook up the halos on the brakes. In the meantime my attention has turned to smaller items. I plan on taking this car (in 2016) down route 66 (the A/C has to work), up to Vancouver and return home by an all Canadian route. It will take its maiden long distance trip to Quebec City and back and attend a family reunion in Quebec city on July 4. So I took it to Dennis' auto service to get the A/C working and find out why none of the gauges worked.
A/C was a snap conversion to the current gas in use and held the charge with no leaks. The circuit board had deteriorated at a point where all of the instrument power converges. They replaced the deteriorated section with piece from an unused section of the board, fixed the connections on the board and all of gauges powered up. Time to diagnose and fix was four hours.
A couple of things before the trip that I want done are to clean the gas tank and get a sending unit that works. I want to keep the large tank so as not to lose range between fillups on the trips I plan to make. Dennis has a sending unit from a 60's GTX that he's sure will work with minor modifications. I'm not really concerned how it might display as long as it shows empty when I'm low on fuel.
I did a 1.5 hr trip yesterday to an event in Shellburne ON as a test to see how things were working in preparation for Quebec City which is a nine hour trip. The car and the A/C worked well. We went up in a convoy with the 57 Chev in front and the Cougar at the rear. The passenger in the Chevy remarked that the Doba was a really spooky car to have following you. The ladies felt the car must have a female name.
As passers went by, we watched as they did a double take and tried to figure out what kind of car it was. The registration was of no help. The make was shown as Chevrolet and the model was shown as Doba. The ladies had fun with them and were soliciting names for the car and pushing their personal favourite "Morticia".
One guy came up to me to tell me it was a 76 and not a 75. He was adamant because he had a 75 and the lines were a little different and this had to be a 76. After a little more conversation we realized he had owned a Grand Prix and not a Cordoba. Another person got it confused with a Grand National down the street.
At about three o'clock in the afternoon when the sun was really hot a large black fly landed on the hood of the car and was instantly fried. That did it for me - the car's name is
Morticia. I'm now considering a grahic on the flat back of the trunk that would be a vase of rosed with the heads cut off.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ppfplBvq6UU