8:09 p.m., July 28
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- Styleline Deluxe
Sheep to the slaughter
The summer was over. I had the cash in hand from the sale of my ’29 project and Mario’s garage was ready.
The Styleline made its last trip powered by that 58 year old 216. Sheep to the slaughter.
The day that it was backed into the garage at Mario’s, we had the grill and bumperettes off. The radiator was next.
Here’s the plan:
Remove the entire original drivetrain.
Build new motor mounts for the hopped up 250 that will be going in.
Build a new transmission crossmember for the 700r4.
Mount up the 4X4 S10 rear end.
Lower the car with custom fabbed blocks and cut coils. The car will be level, no rake. Tops of the white on the tires lined up with the lip of the fender opening.
Take the Radiator to Eskimo in El Cajon to be re-cored and have the mounting flanges flipped so the longer 250 will fit.
Use the stock 3 speed shifter assembly, minus 1 shift rod, to shift the automatic transmission.
Mount a transmission cooler to the frame rail.
Repair a hole in the transmission pan.
Once the engine was out I spent some quality time prepping and painting the engine compartment satin black… That and drinking a couple of beers at Mario’s.
Mario has the perfect pad for working on your car, hanging out and having fun. The three car, detached garage is well stocked with tools and the fridge is always full of Tecate. All that and Mario is a hell of a good fabricator and sheetmetal man. Guys are always stopping by to give a hand.
The best part is that it’s only 3 minutes from my house.
Mario worked his magic on my car, the hand fabricated motor mounts and lowering blocks are a work of art.
Mario finished his part of the build and the ’52 is now back in my garage.
While I waited for funds, time and for me to make up my damn mind on how to proceed, I got the itch and bought a major distraction to the ’52 project. My 1959 Apache is a different story, though. Let’s just say that the Styleline has been stuck in the garage all winter and spring while I dream different dreams.