Well, its taken two installments so far to make it through my first day of Cherokee ownership. I guess I'm better at actually wrenching than I am at documenting my work.
The following weekend I took Friday off to give myself a solid three days of nothing but Cherokee, knowing 4 out of my next 5 weekends were booked solid. We pick up on Thursday evening, when I got home from work and immediately set about dropping the gas tank, because welding and fire and explosions and all that good stuff. The funky bolts holding the tank straps on were rusted to hell and put up quite the fight. I quickly got to the point of 'berkeley it' and broke out the grinder to cut the tank straps, because they were easier to access than the bolts themselves. Glad I cut the straps instead, because as it turns out the bolts themselves are apparently rather precious. I ended up using rust dissolver to reclaim the old ones before reinstalling the tank. The lines from the filler neck are also a bit of a bitch to get at. It ended up taking a couple hours to drop the tank, at which point I was tired and hungry and ready for a beer, so that was as far as I made it that night.
My picture taking got a bit spotty along the way, and this is one of the steps I have no pics of. So in lieu of pics of actual work, here's my 9 month old Australian Shepherd/Lab mix Bear checking out his new ride (I've been jokingly referring to the XJ as 'Bear's car'). Bear goes to my parents for dog sitting every day while I'm at work, so he rides in the car with me quite a bit. I think this will suit him much better than my Camaro, although my mom at one time, Back in the Day, ferried about an entire litter of German Shorthair puppies and their mother in an MG Midget so what do I know. He insists on standing on the passenger seat, which results in him constantly bonking his nose on the windshield, and as a result lots of dirty noseprints. Should be fun to bring him along on my future excursions as well.
So the next morning I was up bright and early, eager to start cutting away the cancer. Like a highly trained surgeon, I tried my best to minimize the collateral damage and perform a minimally invasive surgery, carefully marking lines around only the rust inflicted portions of the sheet metal after thoroughly hitting them with a wire wheel on the grinder. As I may have mentioned previously, this is my first attempt at automotive bodywork and welding (well, outside of building tubeframe SAE cars in college I guess), so some of my decision making was perhaps a bit misguided at times. This was one of those times, as I was left with some irregularly shaped holes to fill that I later wished would have been rectangular. Wasn't too bad, just could have been a bit easier cutting the patch panels to shape and possibly could have saved me a bit of welding in spots as well. I ended up with a couple of smallish holes in the cargo area, one small hole under the rear seat, medium sized holes under the passenger and drivers seats, two small holes and one large one in the passenger foot well, and one big mother berkeleyer in the driver's foot well. Cleaned the rust up a bit better with the wire wheel, vacuumed things out, wiped with acetone, and applied primer to the areas that would later be covered. Again, the photo documentation was somewhat lacking.
Hole under the driver's seat, prepped for welding:
Saturday, I woke up and headed straight to Harbor Freight to pick up one of the $99 special flux core welders and appropriate accoutrements. It's actually not a bad little machine for the price, doesn't make the prettiest welds (though the operator may be more responsible than the welder for that) but it can stick two pieces of metal together reasonably well. I immediately threw away the wire that came in it and loaded her with some Lincoln .030 flux core from Home Depot. Most of my prior welding experience was with TIG, which i was actually halfway decent at for a while, but it had been forever since I had done any sort of MIG, and had never before welded with fluxcore. I did OK picking it up on the fly though, aside from certain areas that now contain about a metric berkeley ton of filler wire as a result of chasing holes. Wasn't always pretty either, but berkeley it its a Jeep.
The patch panels (well, most of them) were cut from a piece of heavy gauge, painted, kinda rusty sheetmetal that my landlord left in the basement. Evidently it was used to mark a cantaloupe stand in a previous in its previous life, as the word 'lopes' written across it would seem to imply, but the price was right (free.) I worked from the cargo area to the passenger side to the driver's side, cutting and welding one patch at a time. Heavy craft paper was used to mark the shapes. Some of my handywork below (please excuse the crappy, boogery welds.)
Cargo area:
Under the passenger seat:
Beneath the driver's seat:
Passenger foot well:
This picture highlights another critical component of the process: Yuengling. My biggest complaint about the welder is the terrible duty cycle, which lead to the unintended consequence of consuming beer at a high rate during the many short breaks. Do a weld, drink some beer, wait, drink some more beer, weld... Next thing you know you're drinking at a rate of 3 beers an hour. Oh well, welding is more fun drunk anyways.
Driver's side foot well:
I ran out of lopes sign at this point and ended up paying TSC's exorbitant price for a 2x2 foot piece of 16 gauge for the sake of expediency. Initially I tried to make this whole panel as one continuous panel, but beating the metal over my concrete steps with a claw hammer, as I had done to form other curves, proved insufficient as a means of forming the compound bends along the trans tunnel. I ended up cutting the patch into 5 or 6 pieces along the trans tunnel, which fit together well enough. berkeley it, its a Jeep.
This occupied the entirety of Saturday and Sunday, and the manic fits of cutting, grinding, fitting, bending, tacking, and (finally) welding spilled into the evenings spilled into my evenings the next week. I think I tallied over 50 hours of work on it throughout the course of the weekend and following week, including runs for supplies and such. I probably could have cut my time in half had I not seam welded all the panels, but oh well. Good practice if nothing else.
That's all for now, tune in next time to watch me not spray bedliner on my hootus!