is to have a big money engine
chew itself up from the inside.
unable to cope with the Edelbrock RPM valve springs.
There was at least a couple teaspoons of metal powder coursing through the engine.
The oil filter was dissected,
and there was a fair amount inside.
and cleaned as thoroughly as possible,
using magnets, paper towels, diesel and gasoline.
There was fine metal powder everywhere,
in the oil pump and every horizontal surface.
The crankshaft stayed in,
but the front bearing journal checked clean.
As soon as Ken thought we were finished,
we'd wipe and flush it one more time.
and the differences were obvious.
The Scorpion rockers are so beefy!
The comp cams lifters used a wire spring,
the Edelbrock's had a circlip type lock.
and just like a tv show,
there was additional drama thrown in the mix.
The house had been on the market,
and now it was in the last week of escrow.
and at the last minute,
the Saturday move out deadline was bumped up to Wednesday!
four eyes better than two eyes.
and all moving parts liberally greased,
with a concoction "borrowed" from a friend...thanks Jason!
Moly on the lobes,
Schneider cam grease on the bearings,
and red engine lube everywhere else.
leaving no guesswork.
with the coordinating pistons etched in as well.
it was time for a break.
His first time at Hodad's...
oil and additive was poured in.
a custom machined oil pump attachment pumped oil through the engine.
(I'll hammer out an arrow•••••>!)
Oil dribbled up the pushrods,
cleaning out the bearings as well.
Still a lot to do.
A couple Easter chocolates did the trick.
Previously the engine sounded like a diesel,
with a clattering valve train.
Now it sounded like a sewing machine.
I slept well that night.
no clues of the couple month thrash.
I'll recheck the valves with the oil change.
Fortunately I have it for a week to dial in the brakes and engine.
Maybe I should build up the 40's 302...