It sounded like a good idea. Best intentions and all that. I mean, we have a very nice travel trailer and one of the places we like to go with it is Greenville. More specifically, the Darke Co. Fairgrounds. It's nice and quiet for 50 weeks out of the year, but it costs $35 a night. Given that we are usually only there to spend time with my dad and brother, though, there is no hard and fast rule that says we have to stay there. There are benefits to it (primarily easy access to food) but...
We discovered that we can just as easily right on Grant's property. It's not as quiet, being right on the side of US 36, but we got used to that pretty quickly. So, being right there next to the shop we would certainly get a lot done on the Cobra.
Nope. There are also distractions. The worst of which was picking up walnuts on Dad's driveway to avoid the mess and risk of a twisted ankle. I spent a bit of time picking the damned things up, but they were still falling off of the tree pretty regularly. The element of risk sweetened the task, but the inability to keep up with the pace of falling nuts took any scintilla of fun out of the job.
I quit.
The other distraction was walking. I love walking the perimeter of the two contiguous farms with my dog Cassie. Cassie has a history with this particular horse.
Cassie has no fear, and she seems to have an affinity for horses. She decided one day that she would enjoy running around with Dublo Six:
This is also the horse that bit me. I was in the habit of giving him treats (apples, corn, etc.) and one day he deliberately took a pretty bite out of the bottom of my palm. I gotta say, it hurt quite bit. That was also the last day I visited with him. Nowadays he follows Cassie and me as we walk around his pasture. This might be an unspoken apology from the horse, but I'm not keen on testing that.
One of the jobs tasked to be on the car was to finish up drilling and riveting the top tunnel cover. Right up my alley, right? I build an airplane that way and it still flies, so it seemed to be safe ground.
It was not.
I got quite a scolding for that. I had to disappear for awhile. Fortunately I had a chore to do: go get a can of yellow spray paint and a couple of cap head bolts. Off to Ace Hardware in Greenville - a good enough distance to cool off. The yellow paint was deemed to be correctly selected, but the bolts were wrong. The weren't cap head bolts, apparently, despite my having asked the Ace guy for a couple of cap head bolts.
Apparently there is more than one type of "cap head," or I was waited upon by a new or just stupid employee.
I'm going with inexperienced.
And yes, I was on the receiving end of more disdain. To be fair, I'm surprised it took this long.
The yellow paint was for the drivers-side seat. I have been monitoring F5 builds on the internet and someone pointed out this adjustable seat rail system. I figured that would be nice to have. What I didn't consider was that it might be a pain to install.
Lot's of grumbling about that.
Lupus flat don't care.
To be fair, this seat mechanism is pretty simple in concept, but that parts did not fit especially well. That "hoop" bar is for adjusting the seat position. It was not bent properly at the factory, though. It did not fit well at all.
It doesn't take much to get Grant to start chopping stuff up. The seat handle never had a chance.
That didn't work well at all, so an entirely new process was cooked up. Welding must be fun because there sure is a hella lot of it going on. As an aside, I am desperate to learn how to weld. I'm not sure how to go about it, but I'm going to find a way eventually
This is the new handle. It now looks more like the handle for an ejection seat. I like it very much! I might add some black stripes to make it look more authentic.
It's getting to a point in the build where there isn't much for me to do. F5 included these little ID plates with the kit. I don't intend to put them on the side of the car, but I thought maybe this would be a nice place to use one:
Hard veto on that idea.
The wiring is still in-work. We (not me) managed to let a wire ground to the car, which immediately burned up a 15 amp fuse. Two minutes later, it happened again.
"Good thing I have 10 of those," he said.
One minute later: "ZAP" went fuse number two.
I took a potty break. I am fascinated (and quite envious) of his TP holder.
By the end of our four-day visit, we got a couple of productive days and a couple of "just being on the farm(s)" days. We got back just in time to see the grandboys dressed up in their Halloween costumes.
I have a very full and satisfying life.
Work time for this step: 10 hours.
Unproductive time: None. Relaxation and visiting family is not unproductive at all
If it seems like quite awhile since we have worked on the car, well... that's because I missed a week. The three hour round trip (and the cost of gas) isn't viable unless I can stay at least 5-6 hours. That means that even a half hour commitment at home negates any possibility of doing some work on the Cobra. There are things that Grant can do without me being there (example: I was on site for the installation of a brake caliper - if you've seen one, you've seen them all. More or less, anyway.
This week has been a bit more open. So far.
The plan for the day in this case sounded pretty easy: install the horn(s). Now, I do not know how many (if any) horns were included in the kit, but I do know that he had no less than six horns on hand. That is obviously (one would think) far more than enough to meet my needs. Fortunately, his Roadster also needs horn functionality, so the Cobra would only receive three of them.
That is still quite cacophonous. Trust me on this - I was "treated" to an extremely loud demonstration.
The trick for installing three horns is to 1) find an open enough piece of real estate under the hood, and 2) a fixture to mount them to.
Oh, there was also a bit of a leak in the clutch hydraulics to be fixed. Lupus lent a hand. Urr... paw.
He can be quite helpful, but he spends most of his shop time laying claim to a future seat in the car.
Back to the horns. Grant had no less than six of them on hand. I don't know how many (if any at all) horns were included with the kit, so it was decided to portion them out: three for his Roadster and three for the Cobra. All three were tested one at a time and all three at once.
They are louder than the air horns on a Mack truck. Made my ears ring. So... perfect!!
Not surprisingly, F5 did not foresee the need for room three horns, nor did they provide a mounting bracket. Fortunately for me, Grant is a Master Fabricator. He cut out three short lengths of metal plate.
I then drilled 1/4" mounting holes in each plate.
Each plate was then shaped into a nice looking yet quite functional mounting rack.
There wasn't much for me to do, so I spent some time trying to teach Lupus to stay off of my seats.
He laughed it off. He's a best friend of the owner of the shop, so I was forced to take any abuse dished out by Prince Lupus. He actually laughs in my face!!
He's far too cute for my own good.
This is the foundation of the three-horn mount.
This is just before the 3rd mount was welded on:
Sadly (but beneficially) enough, I don't typically get to do the fun stuff (anything that includes sparks) such as welding. Instead of moping around, I got to wondering how precise the hole locations (I paid F5 an extra $149 to do it, thinking they would be very good at it - long before we received the kit and found out that precision is in the eye of the cutter) so I grabbed one of the rollover hoops to test the fit.
About what I have come to expect.
That isn't very close at all. There wasn't a $199 version of the cutting, so I guess this is as good as it gets. Hopefully it will work out okay.
Work time for this step: 5 hours.
Unproductive time: 1 hour of fighting Lupus for a place to sit.
Frustration Level: 3/10 for car, 6/10 with Lupus.
Total time of build: 127 hours.
Wednesday, October 4, 2023
Having worked our way past the distractions of last week, we moved forward into a week of obstructions.
It's hard to say whether this is an improvement, or another incremental push towards the cliff called F*ck It All. (Pardon my faux French)
That having been said, it is always uplifting just to be out on the farm(s).
Grant has been working on the engine. I was running just fine, right up until it wasn't. Kicking on the power at the ignition switch lights up all of the overly complicated Sniper EFI fuel injection components and also lights up the fuel pump - it's fairly loud, so we were sure the fuel pump was working, but the engine would only run for a few seconds before dying.
This was an unwelcome event, as well as being somewhat perplexing because it had been running just fine before.
Like a wise man once told me, it is prudent to avoid blondes and carburetors. Or maybe I just learned that all by myself. Memory is hazy on that. Anyway, frustration was the Word of the Day.
All symptoms pointed to a fuel delivery problem. Taking a rear-to-front strategy to find and attack the gremlin(s), we verified that the in-tank fuel pump was working, there were no copious leaks/geysers of fuel, and fuel was being received by the fuel pressure regulator. Unfortunately, I had chosen to mount the regulator with rivets.
That was pretty dumb, to be honest.
I'm really just here for comedic effect.
Oh well, it was just two rivets.
Caption: "Hmmmmmmmmm."
I was internally scoffing at the idea that he could find a mechanical problem on such a simple component, but sure enough he proved me wrong.
Again.
Take a close look at the hole in the middle of the component. Can you see the obstruction?
Here's a better view:
While it was nice to have found the problem, it was still very frustrating and disappointing. Frustrating because, well, that's obvious, but it's also a big disappointment to find this kind of sloppiness from Blueprint Engines. Grant is already a bit miffed at me already because he would have much preferred a simple carburetor over the incomprehensible SniperEFI.
That was water under the bridge, though, so we gave it another try.
Same result. 😈😡
Here is some good news, though: there was another obstruction. I found this one halfway down in one of the fuel lines:
Work time for this step: 2 hours.
Unproductive time: 2 hours of bonding with Lupus and trap shooting.
