A Recipe for Floor Repair

1 qt. POR-15
Sheetmetal
Stainless Steel Rivets
Rustoleum Primer
Rustoleum Black Paint
Silicone Caulk

After thoroughly removing any loose rust using a wire wheel mounted on your drill, liberally coat all surfaces with POR-15. Let dry. Cut and bend sheetmetal patches to fit over holes extending into solid metal. Set in place and determine drill pilot holes for rivets. Coat all patches and holes in body with primer. Let dry. Coat with paint. Let dry. Apply a generous bead of caulk to the perimeter of each patch. Place and secure with rivets.

This may not be the professional's method of repairing rust issues in the floor of a car, but it's the method Ariel and her dad will be using to fix me. I'd prefer nice, new panels welded in, but I understand their desire to keep my "roadification" cost-effective. Here's what parts of my floor look like without my carpet in place to hide the nastiness.


Yesterday, Ariel's dad (Ariel's still in Europe) finished removing my seats. It looks like he'll have to replace the bottom rear seat; only about half of the springs are unbroken. He then pulled out my carpet to reveal the aformentioned nastiness. After about an hour of wire bruishing and pulling away old pieces of caulk, he pushed me back into the garage. I guess he'd had enough of me for the day.

I'm Not Being Difficult On Purpose

This Saturday was a day of give and take. Ariel and her dad put in the new spark plugs and Hot Pink spark plug wires. Then they installed the bad fuel line from Ariel's older sister's car. I started right up for them and ran smoothly, but that bad fuel line was still bad, so they didn't run my engine for very long.

After pushing me out into the driveway, they proceeded to remove my front seats, or at least try. After about an hour they got out my driver's seat with only one bolt being snapped off. One of the bolts holding my passenger seat in place gave them lots of problems. Ariel's dad couldn't get a wrench on it with the seat in the location it was, and then he couldn't get the seat to move forward, so after spraying a bunch of penetrating oil on my seat tracks, they finally gave up and pushed me back into the garage.

Honest guys, I'm not doing this on purpose! Those bolts have not been taken out in a very long time. I hope that I didn't upset them too much. I don't want to wait a long time before they work on me again.

Give Me Back My Part!

The nerve of him. Ariel's dad that is. He ignores me for nearly two weeks, and then last night he has the audacity to take one of my fuel lines to use on another car. He and Ariel's big sister were working on her convertible and they were struggling to get one of the fuel lines to stop oozing fuel. After much cursing, he gave up on that one and came and took one of mine to use. He threw the bad one in my engine compartment, so I assume he thinks that it's a fair trade - my good part for a bad one. Who knows though; maybe I'll get a new one out of the deal. That wouldn't be so bad.

I did notice that a box of parts from Clark's Corvair Parts showed up on the garage floor near me. That's a good sign.