A lot has happened since my last update.
I bought one entire Harbor Frieght garage section.
I sold my beloved Rambler Rebel. The car was too original and I like to tinker. So I was just letting her sit. It was time to let her go. Luckily I found a guy that's gonna make her his daily driver! His family had one just like it growing up, same color and everything. That was super cool.
Just like I stocked my brother's garage, I so stocked his new house.
Now that the creature comforts were sorted out, I could get back to the project at hand.
I needed the drivetrain out of the charger so I can get rid of the carcass. My brother gave me a month to do so before he scrapped whatever is left in the car. So that was first on the list. The only problem is the tow guy couldn't get the car into the garage, so it was parked outside in the gravel. I started to put it up on jack stands with intentions of pulling it where she sat. But both jack stands sank unevenly into the loose gravel and dirt. I do a lot of stupid things, but crawling under a car with no suspension while it sits on leaning jack stands is not one of them. I was going to have to get the car in the garage somehow.
Since it was late and I needed to brainstorm how to move a car with no front suspension, I decided to tackle the sagging, ill-fitting doors. It is at this moment I would like to take time to curse the engineers at Dodge. To adjust the door hinges, you must remove the dash. And as I learned a couple hours into that process, you have to remove the windshield to remove the dash. uh huh.
At this point my brother had come down, so I recruited him to help me pull the windshield out. I was pretty sure the gasket was on its last legs anyway.
That turned out to be a bad idea. In the process of trying to remove it, we managed to crack it. No pictures, sorry. As we were standing talking about how stupid we were, I started to smell a foul, rubbery burning smell.
Sigh. I'd had all the setbacks I could handle for one day, so I threw the truck up on wheel dollies, we pushed it to the side of the garage, and called it a night.