hudsonkid
05-08-2008, 04:10 AM
So, the last couple of days, me and my hudson haven't been getting along. I have since started on the efforts towards repainting it, and got all of my supplies in order to work towards that goal. In doing so, I want to do some sandblasting, and needed sand. So I asked hudsondad, if I could come get a bag of sand, and thought that taking a quick drive over in the hudson would be fun.
WRONG... It drove there fine, getting home was the other adventure...
I went to start it up, and it started, sputtered, and died. This happened a few times, until it finally came to life. I figured it was just some fluke, and proceeded to venture home. Well, it didn't make it that far, that it left me sitting, carrying on even more, until it wouldn't run at all. Initially I thought it was out of gas, and had hudsondad bring me a few gallons, but that wasn't it. We limped it back to their house, and it seemed to be running okay, so I told him that I was going to make a run to try and get it home.
Well, I got about 3/4's of the way there, and had the hudson stumble and cough, and backfired so bad, initially, I thought it blew up. I ended up blowing up the muffler, and it is now quite loud, but it is at my house.
Hudsondad is thinking there's a problem with the carbs, so I guess I will finally rebuild them, much to what I previously planned...
Anyway, this is truly going somewhere, and here's the connection...
I went to work that night, 3rd shift, and shared my adventure with the security guard, on my way in. Older gentleman, probably early/mid 60's. He takes a great interest in my hudson, and finally I figured out why. He asked me if mine was a local car, and I told him the history of it, right back to the dealership in Lancaster where it was sold, how it was originally on the showroom floor, and the original owner. Funny, he told me the same person that originally owned my car was in fact, his uncle.
WRONG... It drove there fine, getting home was the other adventure...
I went to start it up, and it started, sputtered, and died. This happened a few times, until it finally came to life. I figured it was just some fluke, and proceeded to venture home. Well, it didn't make it that far, that it left me sitting, carrying on even more, until it wouldn't run at all. Initially I thought it was out of gas, and had hudsondad bring me a few gallons, but that wasn't it. We limped it back to their house, and it seemed to be running okay, so I told him that I was going to make a run to try and get it home.
Well, I got about 3/4's of the way there, and had the hudson stumble and cough, and backfired so bad, initially, I thought it blew up. I ended up blowing up the muffler, and it is now quite loud, but it is at my house.
Hudsondad is thinking there's a problem with the carbs, so I guess I will finally rebuild them, much to what I previously planned...
Anyway, this is truly going somewhere, and here's the connection...
I went to work that night, 3rd shift, and shared my adventure with the security guard, on my way in. Older gentleman, probably early/mid 60's. He takes a great interest in my hudson, and finally I figured out why. He asked me if mine was a local car, and I told him the history of it, right back to the dealership in Lancaster where it was sold, how it was originally on the showroom floor, and the original owner. Funny, he told me the same person that originally owned my car was in fact, his uncle.