Totally stupid, but hey that's me. Bought this old military truck to plow out the driveway after the bad winter we had. So while I'm supposed to be working on the AMX, I'm tinkering with this 1954 dodge M37.
Narrow Dually Dana 60's so I could run HumVee bead lock wheels and tires, and to upgrade the brakes. I am installing a big block Chrysler 383, TF727, and 205 transfer case. Almost done, was putting the oil pan on tonight, and just couldn't leave it alone. Can't believe Chrysler never put any baffles in the 4x4 truck factory pan. So I had to. What is wrong with me?
The disease is in my head, it involves a long list of vehicles, that I must have before I die. Lets face it I'm 50, I need to hurry up, its a long list. Tick-Tock.
The way I see it, the only real cure is to remove the diseased area, with maybe a samurai sword or meat cleaver or something of that nature. We all have our crosses to bare, I'm just going to have to live with this one.