Sometime around '92, my Grandpa bought a new '92 Dakota. I went on a bunch of fishing trips with him in it. Always kept his fishing gear in the camper shell. The back always smelled of used tackle. He drove it pretty much exclusively until he passed in 2015.
My cousin ended up with it and drove it for a while. Ended up with a DUI and the truck got parked. Fast forward a few years, he learned his lesson and had bought a new truck, so Grandpa's was sitting. His apartment complex was giving him grief, so this past Thanksgiving he asked if I wanted it. That Sunday I dragged it home.
Starter wire needed repaired. Fixed that. Fuel pump is toast, so I got it fired up by bottle feeding it.
Son and I pulled all the bed bolts and lifted the bed off in preparation for pump replacement.
In desperate need of a cooling system flush, so we yanked the radiator and cleaned it out. Water pump and thermostat will be replaced next.
Slow going. Just working on it here and there with my oldest. It'll be neat to have it running again.
My cousin ended up with it and drove it for a while. Ended up with a DUI and the truck got parked. Fast forward a few years, he learned his lesson and had bought a new truck, so Grandpa's was sitting. His apartment complex was giving him grief, so this past Thanksgiving he asked if I wanted it. That Sunday I dragged it home.
Starter wire needed repaired. Fixed that. Fuel pump is toast, so I got it fired up by bottle feeding it.
Son and I pulled all the bed bolts and lifted the bed off in preparation for pump replacement.
In desperate need of a cooling system flush, so we yanked the radiator and cleaned it out. Water pump and thermostat will be replaced next.
Slow going. Just working on it here and there with my oldest. It'll be neat to have it running again.
