Velveteen Rabbits and Sick Beagles..
Next up.. make sure the alternator is alternating.. of course My lovely Fluke Mulimeter has died.. just flat out puked.. No leaking 9 volt battery just an abject refusal to operate.. So I take out the trusty Amprobe.. which has a scale almost applicable and search to see if we are getting charging.. I remember a thing about the Old GM alternators where if the idiot light fails the game is over.. So my buddy and I embark upon a web-search looking for information and I call one of the old owners of almost everything VW I have and see if he has any books left with this sort of information.. The two I have are not making themselves obvious.. and My Buddy finds a blurb regarding warning lights and lack of charging... The Old archivist comes up with a book that has a wiring Diaphragm and his text expounds the same thing... I'm going through my collection of Old Simpson Multimeters to see if one might work ... and I get an e-mail with a written procedure online using a test light.. and a jumper lead.. Pisser. Now we are cooking.. the dash is out.. we are testing every lead we can find both ends of and finally we get an open in the wiring harness.. SO to double check it .. I take my handy dandy cable strippers and try to make an uninsulated part on the wire.. it strips but there is NO RESISTANCE TO THE COVER BEING STRIPPED OFF... [ ?? ] turns out .. the wire broke off safely inside the molded rubber plug that goes to the back of the alternator.. We attempt to go into my "storage shed" my very sad 1952 Yellowstone travel trailer which hasn't had any innards since the 90's but is stacked to the gills with bins full of all sorts of car parts.. We get in and I have put 2X6's on strategic places because the floor is getting soft.. Sure enough.. Once we get in there and start gooning stuff around I end up standing on the ground underneath.. with two 235 Chevy six cylinder heads and a 650 BSA crankcase pinning my foot to the ground.. Freakin Ouch.. and Panic.. (did I mention the recent type II diabetes Diagnosis??? No?? F--k it) So My Buddy is freaking out.. and I realize that its only my Shoe that is stuck... so I ask my buddy to try and lift one of the heads and I extract my stocking foot... then I reach down with a Chip hook that was there and retrieve my shoe.. re-install shoe grab bin with VW wiring harness parts and head out into the declining light.. of course No plugs manifestered them selves.. I satisfied the current requirement temporarily, by hack sawing off a part of the plug where at one point the offended terminal was and just crimping on a "new" terminal.. of course all was not immediately well.. we still had to try a few more LED bulbs in the dash to get all of them that this car uses to work and complete the trigger circuit to get the alternator to work... then of course one of the stainless hoeys that hold the headlight bulb decided to break off allowing the bulb to dance around like a dirt bike headlight on a really horrible road.. back to the wiring/electrical bin and out of the seven or eight the previous owner had saved... there was one with three out of the four needed still attached and we had two headlights pointing in more or less the same erection.. another test drive and it seemed like we were ready to get the registration stuff done.. My buddy had the next day off so we parked his soon to be re-assigned car out in the back yard.. (wayyyy back) and I took him round in my van to get rid on my plates and set him up to get HIS new registration,.. Of course HIS insurance company is in Floridia and faxes hadda be faxed and internet stuff had be printed and stuff had to be done to get the paper stuff done none of which happened quickly or correctly.. so .. the old car goes to a tenant where my buddy lives, and he Rides his bike to work a couple days.. Soon everything is looking happy and plates are acquired at the RMV and the Rabbit is ready for its maiden voyage.. Off drives my buddy and I go on to collapse with the beagle.. (remember the Furry Beagle??? It turns out he has cancer cells in his urinary tract and he isn't a happy guy at all) So we veg out on the floor in front of his fan and in about a half hour... a knock comes on the door.. A concerned newly minted Rabbit owner is on my porch with an incredibly worried look upon his countenance.. Hey Woolfey .. can you come look at this??? I get outside and it smells horrible out there like clutch or brakes or something.. the rears on this Bugs Bunny are drums.. and I (mistakenly) figure they are freakin out somehow. BUT, they are cool to the touch .. But the fronts are HOT and so are the centers of the rims.. I say.. Buddy Duude guy.. this is way beyond my ability to understand now.. The rabbit has an European diagonal brake layout .. If you lose a circuit you should have one front and one rear on opposite sides.. NOT two overheating fronts and rears that seem to be behaving properly.. I lend him my van to get home with and I start looking at Books and stuff online.. and the Beagle looks at me.. (did I mention he's sick?? and I'm trying to sell cars and stuff to get him Better/Diagnosed??) In the morning I call another of my VW diesel rabbit owning compatriots and ask him what HE thinks of the rectum as a whole.. He seems to think .. and I agreed after he mentioned it .. that something must be keeping the cylinder cups from returning to the rearmost and drain back position.. Made sense to me... So with numbing aches in my left arm and shoulder.. (Neck pinch not heart attack) I take the master cylinder off , its the only thing in the brake system that hasn't been replaced... and I get it onto my bench and put it into the vice.. Long story short.. It had run out of Fluid a year or so ago and brake fluid being Hygroscopic.. built up a ring of rust on the seal that keeps excess brake fluid from getting into the booster.. thus keeping just enough pressure on the fronts to make them drag and get hot while the rears like good little drum brakes behaved honorably like drum brakes on light weight cars do.. My buddies budget by now is hosed and he is riding his bike to work and eating food of his own construction for lunch.. (Did I mention he is single?? ) Enter the next Beagle problem.. He needs an ultrasound.. In the brief seconds I have not been consumed with this car that I just wanted to sell to someone who would take it home and make it real (Velveteen Rabbit reference) .. love it cuddle it and drive it forever.. I have been trying to get the scrap metal I have been hoarding off to my favorite scrap dealer.. I have recently had to move several buckets and what do I find but three buckets of sorted cartridge brass I raked up on a range a couple years ago.. I combined that with a bunch of aluminum and got a couple hundred bucks for Beagle maintenance (not enough for the ultrasound) and I lent my buddy the funds for the masturbatory cylinder.. Incidentally the furry beagle got a medicine change and we all (Beagle, Buddy, Wife, and ME) had to endure him being in pain until we could change his NSAID (Non Steroidal Anti-Inflammatory Drug) meds for his arthritic paw for one that would help his intestinal tract...
Friday Morning came.. I delivered a SECOND load of brass that another friend and I had spent 11 hours sorting out from mud and inappropriate other content , picked up the newly minted Rabbit owner and his new master cylinder and headed out to the abode of too many things outside and ONE sick furry beagle..
I checked the actuation rod on the booster and decided to just screw it in a bit to prevent a mechanical repeat of the previous problem.. And installed it bled it up and down.. and made a license plate bracket.. and found out that the previously effeminate sounding euro horn had deceased.. Ugh.. drove to the next town where my buddy had worked in another branch of the parts dealer he works for in the big city and bought another effeminate Euro wienie horn.. we then checked all the lights, handbrake, horn (again) and double checked the license plate light and went off to my buddies' favorite inspection place.. WHERE we are told his buddy can't do an inspection on this car because it's a diesel.. WTF!! Massachusetts Sucks at registry stuff.. Just plain all out sucks.. Incompetence and aggravation designed to extort its bleating serfs to go and by new stuff they can't afford.. We then drive to the inspection station I use and no problems.. Its about time.. the car has a sticker, and is once again for the first time since 2004 back on the highways and byways of one of the worst states in the union.. Run, incidentally, by an incompetent ex community activist from Chicago.. Who has inflated the budget and just about single handedly sent more jobs out the state than a functioning railroad could have..
Anyhow the Velveteen Edition Volkswagen Diesel Rabbit is back on the road and the Beagle has one less Rabbit to chase around the yard, That is of course if he recovers sufficiently to even want to engage in that sort of gleeful canine behavior.. Oh yeah.. and I didn't mention.. a series of cat scans that I had to endure during this epic struggle shows that my lungs are clear.. No horrible stuff there..





