No seriously…I need brakes. Old Mavis has 4 lug wheels and 9” drum brakes on front and back. To ensure satisfactory stopping, Pop and I want to trade out the front drums for disc and change the 9″ back drums to 11”. Just as most people upgrade the inline 6 to a V8, most change out their 4 lug setups to 5 lug. Again, Pop and I don’t want to do it like most people. I have great 4 lug wheels and I don’t want to spend a grand changing those out too. So what’s the problem? Finding a brake kit to simply change out both the front and the back brakes has proven to be a real bitch. Pop said to me the other day as we discussed brakes for the umpteenth time, “This stuff is keeping me up at night!” We’ve both become obsessed with finding a solution.
Let’s talk front discs first. SSBC has a kit that seems to be exactly what I need. Made for 4 lug, 6 cylinder cars. Includes master cylinder, proportioning valve and all hardware needed. Sounds perfect, but for the fact that they say it’s for 1964-66 Ford Mustangs. The SSBC guys say that this kit also fits a ’72 Mustang, and if my spindles are the same as a ’72 Mustang, it should work for me. (If this was true, why the hell wouldn’t they list the ’72 Mustang as well? And I’m supposed to drop $500 plus based on what an 18 year old pimple faced kid says?) So I chase this little tidbit of a fact down and find I have the same spindles as a ’72 Mustang, but now we’re dealing with the fact that the bearings that come in the kit don’t have the same inner diameter. So frustrating!!
Back drum brake upgrade to 11” drum brakes. Quick Performance sells a 11” rear drum brake set up. They offer 3 different flange bolt patterns. Large bearing, small bearing and new Ford. $300 for everything. But they are all 5 lug and don’t fit our axle flanges. As it stands, we’re gonna have order those and get them machined back into 4 lug. Our buddy Curt has machine shop connections that may be able to help us out. We need to find a shop anyway for the engine work we’ll be needing in the future.
The issue is that not only is all this not straightforward and complicated by the fact that we are dealing with a 40 plus year old car, but I’m still trying to learn about brakes in general. Just when I think I’ve got it down, Pop throws in a new word. Inner bearings, outer bearings, spindles, backing plates, hubs, rotors, flange ends, tie rod pin size and on and on. But this is part of the journey…learning, researching, hunting, etc.
Momma and Pop are going to the Maverick/Comet gathering in Summerset, KY in a week. There should be plenty of folks there Pop can talk to about brakes and see if he can get any more information. He’ll also take LOTS of pics including any and all green cars (with paint name). I’m still trying to fine the perfect green to paint Mavis.
I’d like to be able to put the back end together next visit, after we finish the final patch welding and undercoatings. Other than determining the brake configuration, we’re ready. The differential got a new pinion seal (old was leaking) and a nice clean up.
New u-joints are in on the drive shaft.
And the transmission is right tight and lookin’ alright! Isn’t she pretty?!
I’ve also just ordered the rear brake lines. The ones we pulled off Mavis were crap but the main line is all good. We got those cleaned up and painted as well.
So it’s July and my 47th birthday is fast approaching. I started this project last year on my birthday with the hopes that it would take 2 years. It’s truly looking more and more like I’ll be 50 before I drive this car back to Denver. When I lamented to Pop about this he said, “But we HAVE been working hard. Well, you have. I might have fucked off somewhat.” At least he’s honest.
Quick side note on potty mouths and the fact that I am one. Momma used to say, “I have two sons and two daughters. My sons don’t swear but my daughters have mouths like sailors (ignoring the fact that we were the daughters of a truck driver.) Pop once burned the garlic bread in the broiler when we were kids. I think before he knew it he yelled it –“FUUUUUCK”! From then on it was game on, the f-bomb had been unleashed. At 15 I said ‘motherfucker’ in front of Pop. Don’t remember the reason, but I’m sure it was warrented. He very calmly leaned in and said quietly, while looking straight ahead, “Babe. You can say mother, and you can say fucker.” Then he shook his head back-and-forth slowly and waggled his finger, “But you can’t say motherfucker.“ There were some limits. My sister Kristen, I must say, is an excellent curser mostly because it’s unexpected. She’s a quilter, a former preppy, has exceptional organizational skills and is involved in her non-denominational church, but ‘fucker’ rolls off her tongue as smooth as silk. I love her.