In anticipation of a new COAL subject coming soon, I plan to update my fleet adventures of the past year or so. Given the propensity for my mind to wander, we’ll see how it goes.
In June, my wife and I faced the saddest day in the life of a pet owner when we had to put down our beloved 17-year-old tuxedo cat, Biggie. Biggie had been losing weight for years, but he never disclosed to us that he was in pain until the very end, when it was clear that he was having trouble breathing. A trip to the veterinarian confirmed the worst, and although it wasn’t really unexpected (his weight loss was an obvious sign he was ill), it was not a happy day. While big old Buicks are not analogous to cats in terms of being light on their feet, they can nonetheless be suffering from any number of torments while showing few, but obvious in retrospect, signs of distress.
Last winter, I wrote about my using a system from Lock-n-Stitch in California to repair an external block crack that had long been seeping antifreeze into the oil of my Buick’s straight eight. With the benefit of hindsight, I can say there were at least two fairly obvious pieces of evidence that there was a crack:
1. a “snotty” oil breather that I wrongly attributed to a 160-degree thermostat
2. small specks and swirls of metal in the oil filter housing that appeared at roughly the same time, which were troubling but seemingly unrelated (they still might be, actually)
Needless to say, I continued driving along for roughly 10 years, and it wasn’t until I was tracking down an oil leak that I discovered a big mess. Follow the link above for the gory details.
It may seem callous to not stop everything and tear an engine apart when you see ANY metal in the oil filter, and many “car guys” would certainly berate me on the internet (yet ironically, here I am bringing it on myself rather than hiding in my shame). But over those 10 years, the oil pressure never faltered (at all) and no strange noises ever gave me any indication that I should be seriously concerned with the health of the engine. My 28 years of driving old cars have taught me when I need to take immediate action and when I can let things ride for a while, or so I thought. After getting the engine running again this spring, I discovered that the draft tube was plugged with a sizeable glob of oil/moisture sludge that I will not share with my readers because it was disgusting. The plugged draft tube, by the way, was the cause of the oil leak I was searching for when I found the crack – there was insufficient crankcase ventilation. Somehow, and this is the theme here, the car managed to run quite well for all those years.
Regarding the metal in the filter: it was and is a little baffling. First, it was magnetic, so it was not bearing material. I had a couple theories and I ran a couple tests. My borescope showed some vertical striations on the cylinder walls that were indicative of mild piston skirt scuffing, so I figured it was possible that the metal came from the cylinder walls. Then, I checked camshaft lift with a dial indicator to ensure that the camshaft wasn’t eating itself alive (it wasn’t). When the engine was partially disassembled last winter, I removed the lifters and examined the heels, and they were like new. There was no evidence of excessive wear on the rocker arm shaft or valve stem tips.
In reality, chances are good that the iron emanated from the crack in the block and the seeping antifreeze introduced it into the oiling system, especially considering that the timing of the two pieces of evidence roughly coincided in my maintenance notes.
On the other hand, I recently changed the oil for the first time since the crack repair and once again found metal in the filter housing (not in the pan, I’ve never found any evidence that the oil in the pan itself had metal in it), but it’s possible that residue from earlier contamination is still littering the oil galleries. Time will tell, and I hope the news is good.
If the intention of this discussion is to rationalize my mistakes, here’s another. Over the years, the idle became a little rougher. It was never rough; after all, it is a Buick straight eight, but I ran a compression test anyway and found the cylinders somewhat uneven. The end cylinders had 130+ pounds of cranking compression, while the center six only showed 110-115. I try to think like a corner mechanic from the old days, just keeping my cars on the road for as long as I can before I rebuild something. Therefore, I retorqued the cylinder head to ensure it was properly tightened, which almost certainly exacerbated the crack that lay a few inches below the deck of the block. Oops.
Upon disassembly, I examined the head gasket, because that’s what you do when you remove a cylinder head. Dynaflow cars used a steel shim gasket to raise the compression ratio by a few tenths, and there was an indication that the center cylinders may have been sharing a little combustion. I asked my machinist to touch up the valves while the head was off and he confirmed that not all looked right in the world of straight-eight head gaskets. Both the head and the surface of the block were perfectly flat, so this was another puzzler. My theory is that steel shim head gaskets sometimes need retorquing after a few heat/cool cycles; I didn’t build this engine and failed to do that when it was fresh, and the engine builder didn’t mention that I should at the time. To be fair, the head bolts were not noticeably below specifications when I loosened them one at a time to retorque the head.
Rather than using another steel shim head gasket, I decided to surrender the extra “five” horsepower gained by the slightly higher compression ratio and use a Best Gasket “Graph-Tite” head gasket designed for the synchromesh-equipped 263. It is about 30 thousandths of an inch thicker when compressed, which may give me a little extra security.
Regardless of whether it was the valve job or the head gasket, the cylinders now pump an even 123-126 pounds of compression, and the engine idles a little more smoothly than it did before. Here is a video of my first start after reassembling the engine.
Last weekend, I got the Buick cleaned up and ready to put away for the winter. Although it’s still very nice here in Michigan, winter has a way of catching car owners unawares, and I have a fairly sizable fleet to winterize. With that being said, I typically drive the Special the fewest miles every year of all my cars. It’s my favorite, but it’s not really the best option when my fellow motorists are driving 85 miles per hour past speed traps and not being pulled over. After 820 miles this year, there is no evidence of a coolant leak, although there is perhaps a little more blowby than I would like for an engine with under 20,000 miles on it. Oil is leaking from a few spots that indicate crankcase pressure, but I also see these leaks on other Buick straight eights at shows, so that might just be what they do when they get a few miles on them. Given the raging turmoil the engine has endured over the last 10 years, however, I can forgive it for that transgression. I hope it forgives me for ignoring its distress signals for so long.
It’s been a bit of a nerve-wracking year, with the loss of our beloved feline friend and my anxiety about the Buick’s crack repair and the embarrassment as an amateur mechanic that comes from not doing something sooner. On the other hand, life’s joys would not be as distinct without a little disquietude. And the burble of a Buick straight eight is most manifestly one of life’s joys, even if one’s not always heeding the warning signs that something is amiss.
P.S. We love you, Biggie!
“Why do we do this to ourselves? But the truth is…how can we not?” Charles Krauthammer on having pets and saying good-bye to them. Rest in Peace, Biggie (from Nick Nack, our six year-old Siamese).
I like that very much. We lost our Westie of 14 years last year. Even with an enthusiastic pup in the house, his loss is still very noticed.
Thanks Tom, I can’t imagine a time where we won’t have a cat or two in the house.
I affirm your treatment of your engine. For less than 1000 miles a year, and it’s otherwise running well you are totally doing the right thing.
Besides, if it were to grenade would you be using your cracked block for a rebuild? I think not. I’m doing the same thing with my VW motor, it’s clattery as all get out and I suspect the cam bearing clearance is excessive, but it’s not getting another rebuild from me until something really bad happens.
Furry friends are sad to lose. We had a great cat growing up, from when I was 14 to 30.
For many years in my parents home our 3 high school graduation photos hung in the hall, plus this photo from Panther’s graduation from the cat college of eating and sleeping. 😉
Panther’s cute! My childhood cat also spanned a good portion of my life, ages 12-29, and it was awful when my parents had to put her down. She was “my” cat growing up, and I still miss her.
I remember “pinning” cracked engine blocks, in my youth it was called ‘Swedish Welding’ and those who could do it, saved a lot of otherwise scrap engines .
There’s something amiss with your videos, the sound is only for a few seconds then mutes .
Bummer about Biggie, I too am a pet owner (empty nester) so when one passes on I’m hit badly .
17 years is a good long run for cats .
-Nate
One second of expected sound level on both videos, then the level goes way down from ten to one. Not quite muted.
Sorry about the video…I use a cheap phone.
When Debbie’s two Mini-Dachshunds Ivan and Moses died 8 years ago within six weeks of each other she was devastated and asked me to construct an oval shaped memorial garden 2/3 of which was within the pup’s fenced-in yard and 1/3 outside the fence line. We buried the pup’s ashes in that garden under a large rock and that garden has been a gloriously showy place for perennials and annuals for many years.
But the eerie stillness of the home when unlocking the door (or opening a bag of any kind of food) was unbearable for her and though she wanted to mourn Ivan and Moses for a longer time, within 6 months she had two litter-mate mini doxie males (Benny and Marcelo) and, maybe 18 months later, a female Havanese (Lucy).
The loss of the sure and unconditional love of a pet (or pets) is a powerful force that many in today’s society do not always respect or understand.
While there are many ways to formally grieve for a loved human, grieving for lost pets is mostly done in private or with a few close and understanding human companions, or perhaps the world-wide cohort of fellow CC pet lovers.
“perhaps the world-wide cohort of fellow CC pet lovers”
It’s true, I think it does help to at least share with others that I miss him. My immediate family members are all cat people, so they’ve understood what a bummer it is because they’ve been through it a time or two.
Sorry to hear about Biggie’s passing. The furballs have a way of becoming family members, don’t they?
I can sympathize with Winterizing the oldies…I always manage to leave a few loose ends until too late, when the roads are salted and the barn doors are closed for the season.
Thanks Dean, your house looks a little like mine. 🙂
So sorry for your loss, Aaron. Our fur-babies truly are family members and loosing one is very hard, even with a long life lived.
Molly is 14.5 years old now, and I know it’s going to be a very sad day when she crosses the rainbow bridge. Our time with them is so short.
Hopefully, you can get the Buick’s issues sorted out. That really is a beautiful car you have there. And that straight-8 burble… wow. I thought a V-8 sounded great but that sounds wonderful.
The video of the valves chattering away is awesome, BTW.
Thanks Rick…
I actually had the valve cover off to make sure oil got to the valvetrain. Buicks oil the valvetrain backward – oil is pumped to the bypass oil filter, through a restrictor into the rocker shaft, and down the pushrods to the lifters. They weren’t designed to have hydraulic lifters at first, so it’s a little different. Luckily, it started oiling within a couple minutes (I dumped oil over everything before I assembled it anyway).
Sad about your kitty. I don’t even want to know how my daughter will react when our (her) cat finally goes.
Beautiful car! Love it in blue.
Thanks on both counts, Dan.
My old ‘38 Buick had the same exhaust note. Goodness knows how many cars it sold. It’s the kind of thing you just sit there and listen to.
I often do (just sit and listen to it). 🙂
Aww, kitty. They leave such awful, jagged holes in the world when they have to go, and it’s so unfair how the world refuses to pause even for a moment about it.
In Spring 2004 at the local Humane Society was a big orange cat, about six years old. He’d been abandoned and was abjectly traumatised, withdrawn and shellshocked—a survivor of unknown horrors at the hands of unknown perpetrators. I mean he was utterly catatonic; alive but nonresponsive to pat, skritch, talk, anything. Might as well have been a very convincing bit of taxidermy. I had to take him home; who else was going to?
For quite awhile he kept warily to himself. The food bowl emptied and the litterbox filled, but that was all we saw of him. With time and patience, Qat ventured forth to give the world another go. Never an enthusiastically social cat, but he eventually allowed as how fuzzy belly rubs are nice, and purring’s okeh every now and then.
I had to put Qat down in December 2008. Diabetes had taken away the muscles on his hind legs, so he could no longer stand or sit up; could scarcely walk more than a few feet without having to flop down and rest, and couldn’t jump any more. He devised very clever ersatz-jump techniques using his front paws to yank himself upward, but he could no longer reliably make it to the catbox.
Cats prize their dignity above all else, and they are adept at hiding pain and distress. Qat had taken his bodily failure in remarkable (and adaptive) good humour; his temperament sweetened and he became a purr-monster. But suddenly one day it became obvious his condition was quickly declining beyond his ability to adapt, and his bearing developed a bitter edge that was as close as a cat will come to admitting to us lesser beings any discomfort short of grievous agony.
I say again: they leave such awful, jagged holes in the world when they have to go, and it’s so unfair how the world refuses to pause even for a moment about it. Here’s Qat on a sunny day.
Seems your Buick is catlike in another way, too; which of its nine lives do you reckon it’s on?
All I know is that it’s not nine yet! 🙂 The good thing about a car is that it’s rebuildable (within reason). There was no fixing Biggie, and even if we could have held off the inevitable for a bit, that’s not really fair to him; it would just have been selfish. We did bring him home for one last night with his “brother” Diesel, who was his best pal. Diesel hasn’t been the same since and he won’t warm up to our new orange cat. We’re still keeping them separate until Diesel at least can act in a chilly and distant but civil manner, whenever that day may be.
“It’s so unfair how the world refuses to pause even for a moment about it.”
Your quote made me think about an ex-coworker of mine who questioned why my boss was so sad about her cat’s death. I think he mentioned that it wasn’t a person…which is a comment that helps explain why she was so upset. 🙂
I think he mentioned that it wasn’t a person…which is a comment that helps explain why she was so upset. 🙂
This.
I’m bracing myself for LM’s demise. he just turned 11, and is still going pretty strong, but it’s just a matter of time.
Views like that might keep him going a while longer. 🙂
I’m so sorry about Biggie, I know how hard it is to let an animal you love go. Yet every time I have to go through this, I immediate rescue another – I can’t imagine life without dogs and cats surrounding me.
Your Buick is absolutely gorgeous, and that’s even before I heard the Burble. Love that color!
Mugsy sends her love to your family.
Thanks Doug, we appreciate it. Mugsy is adorable. 🙂
I love reading the updates on your fleet Aaron. I also tend to agree that this Buick is one of your finest; I have always had a soft spot for ’53 Buicks. You did some fine work on the old Buick, based on the video it looks like your got that idle sorted out. While it may have been the valve job or the head gasket, the end result is the compression is consistent across the board so that’s all that matters. Interesting that Buick used the shim gasket to bump the compression on the straight-8, much like Royal Pontiac would do with their Bobcat kits in the 60s.
You won’t hear me berating you on the metal in the oil filter. I learned much of my early mechanical skills from a very old school mechanic who would try to fix parts rather than replace, and would not fix something unless you needed. Clearly, you made the right call on the Buick and since you have continue to monitor the engine, it’s not like you have been careless about the engine.
I got my cars stored last weekend too. Being north of you, I know all to well how quickly the weather can turn this time of year. Around here. they start to use salt brine on the roads and highways once the overnight lows get near freezing. That said, the weather has been very warm this fall and made for some awesome old car cruises.
Sorry for the loss of your cat Biggie. I am not a cat person, but I can empathize with the loss.
Thanks Vince, I have some more T-Bird content coming next week, because that thing is the worst. 🙂 Normally, I’d have the Dart out this week, but it’s too nice to get my “winter” old car out yet, so I’ve been driving the T-Bird and the Firebird a lot the last week or so.
Hopefully not the steering box again!
Not this time, just a continuation of the storm of problems I had last fall. It’s been up and running for most of the summer.
I always enjoy watching over your shoulder while you tackle these mechanical projects. I will join in on the Buick Love.
Thanks JP, there’s no end to the work list.
I’m sorry for your loss,
I will have to face up to this soon, My 15 year old Cat Ruby can’t jump and does not move as well as she used to, but that’s what claws are for and she still enjoys sleeping in the sun and gets surprisingly active around meal times. I’m being rewarded with leg rubs at the moment, so it must be lunch time.
PS, that Buick engine with its valve gear working away is a work of art,
Ruby looks a little like Biggie did – what a cutie!
So sorry about Biggie! It’s always very sad when they pass.
We have had cats in our house since 1986, we’re on numbers 5 and 6. Our first one, Sunnycat, also a male tuxedo, was adopted as a kitten the summer before our younger son entered kindergarten and made it 17 years to just after our son’s college graduation.
I love your Buick, the video of the valves in action is so cool. And my favorite car color is blue.
Thank you! Sunnycat looks like a good boy. 🙂
It came to me that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of my heart with them, and every time a new dog comes into my life he gifts me with a piece of his heart. If I live long enough all components of my heart will be dog and I will become as generous and loving as they are. [insert cat where appropriate]. Author unknown.
Well said S.R.L. .
Supposedly your dogs will be there to greet you in heaven, if so it’ll be a joyous reunion .
-Nate
Aaron, you continue to tackle projects most of us would never consider doing ourselves. Kudos for you doing so.
My condolences about Biggie. Samantha graced our house and passed away rather premature and unexpectedly this past spring. It was ugly; we didn’t know she was that ill and neither did the supposed vet. Seventeen years is a wonderful run for your having had Biggie.
Thanks Jason…Biggie was a frequent flyer at the vet, so I’m still a little surprised that he made it as long as he did. His much healthier litter sister only made it to 12.
Animals in general don’t show that they’re sick if they can help it because it would make them vulnerable to predators.
Interesting tale well told, and some thorough work going on there.
Condolences on the loss of Biggie – I think his British cousin Mistofelees would understand.
I’m sorry to hear about Biggie, I’ve said goodbye to many much loved cats over the years. It never gets easier.
This is Susu. Biggies twin from Australia.
Photo didn’t load. Susu, 2005- 2022.
Third time!
Now that the previous image loaded, some cats and Buicks. Alya (1999- 2019) wanted a lap. That being unavailable, she took what she could.
Damn it, I’ll try again.
Hey Chris, when pictures don’t load on comments, I usually reduce their size, and then they upload with no problems. 🙂
Biggie was on my wife’s lap about 89% of the time she was sitting down. 🙂 Susu even has Biggie’s pink nose, which we called his “mood nose.” When he was happy, it would turn bright pink.
Thanks!
Smokey. 1994-2012 and the ‘lark on the day I brought it home.
I was working on the ‘lark when Alya (1999-2019) decided that if a lap wasn’t available she’d take what she could