[Chevelle-List] air compressor
Hi guys, I am thinking about getting an air compressor and I was wondering if anyone could tell me what I need to look for and about how much it would cost. I want one powerful enough to run air wrenches, maybe a portable sandblaster and to pump up tires (bicycles cars). Any help is appreciated. Thanks, Don
Re: [Chevelle-List] air compressor
I would look for an oil type compressor, not one of these new fangled oilless ones...at least 5 HP with a 60 gallon tank. For home, it will do most anything you will ask it to. For that size, you'll need a 220VAC line available. I also try to stay away from Craftsman compressors whenever I can... Dan McIntoshBagged 64 Impala SSwww.alloldchevy.com - Original Message - From: Don To: Chevelle-List Sent: Friday, April 04, 2003 5:32 PM Subject: [Chevelle-List] air compressor Hi guys, I am thinking about getting an air compressor and I was wondering if anyone could tell me what I need to look for and about how much it would cost. I want one powerful enough to run air wrenches, maybe a portable sandblaster and to pump up tires (bicycles cars). Any help is appreciated. Thanks, Don
Re: [Chevelle-List] air compressor
Here are a couple of discussions aboutair compressors from the past: http://www.mail-archive.com/[EMAIL PROTECTED]/msg05623.html http://www.mail-archive.com/[EMAIL PROTECTED]/msg09595.html Rodney. 71 Chevelle El Mirage, AZ - Original Message - From: Don To: Chevelle-List Sent: Friday, April 04, 2003 3:32 PM Subject: [Chevelle-List] air compressor Hi guys, I am thinking about getting an air compressor and I was wondering if anyone could tell me what I need to look for and about how much it would cost. I want one powerful enough to run air wrenches, maybe a portable sandblaster and to pump up tires (bicycles cars). Any help is appreciated. Thanks, Don
[Chevelle-List] Valve Cover Breather
I'm replacing the intake manifold on my 350 Malibu. The oil filler tube is in the old manifold, but there is no provision for a filler tube in the new manifold, so I figure I'll move it to the valve cover. In shopping for a oil filler cap, I noticed valve cover breathers are available as well. This is probably a novice question, but what is a valve cover breather for, and what advantage/disadvantage would it have over a cap? Tom Tomlinson
Re: [Chevelle-List] air compressor
I WOULD think a 5-horse 60 gallon if you are doing sandblasting with a smaller blaster, don't get an IMC brand, i and a friend had one, they were pretty junky, my motor went out, his pump went out - To Unsubscribe please visit www.chevelles.net/list.html To start a new topic, send mail to: [EMAIL PROTECTED]
RE: [Chevelle-List] air compressor
Take a look at Sears/Lowes/Home Depot at the kind of air tools you expect to run. They should have an air-usage rating, like 4.0 SCFM @ 90psi or something like that. Compressors have similar ratings that will tell how much air they can supply at a given pressure. Buy a compressor rated for the heaviest-usage tool and you should be alright. -Dave -Original Message- From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]On Behalf Of Don Sent: Friday, April 04, 2003 5:32 PM To: Chevelle-List Subject: [Chevelle-List] air compressor Hi guys, I am thinking about getting an air compressor and I was wondering if anyone could tell me what I need to look for and about how much it would cost. I want one powerful enough to run air wrenches, maybe a portable sandblaster and to pump up tires (bicycles cars). Any help is appreciated. Thanks, Don
Re: [Chevelle-List] air compressor
I just picked up one last weekend for pulling my motor etc. I got a Porter Cable 30 gallon 5.5hp for $217.00 strong enough for just about everything but a da sander SpidrMan http://autos.groups.yahoo.com/group/chevellerestoration/ - Original Message - From: Don To: Chevelle-List Sent: Friday, April 04, 2003 4:32 PM Subject: [Chevelle-List] air compressor Hi guys, I am thinking about getting an air compressor and I was wondering if anyone could tell me what I need to look for and about how much it would cost. I want one powerful enough to run air wrenches, maybe a portable sandblaster and to pump up tires (bicycles cars). Any help is appreciated. Thanks, Don
RE: [Chevelle-List] Valve Cover Breather
From: Tom Tomlinson [EMAIL PROTECTED] Subject: [Chevelle-List] Valve Cover Breather Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2003 18:30:56 -0500 I'm replacing the intake manifold on my 350 Malibu. The oil filler tube is in the old manifold, but there is no provision for a filler tube in the new manifold, so I figure I'll move it to the valve cover. In shopping for a oil filler cap, I noticed valve cover breathers are available as well. This is probably a novice question, but what is a valve cover breather for, and what advantage/disadvantage would it have over a cap? What's your current configuration? Do you have a PCV valve in 1 valve cover and a breather tube in the other? Basically the breather acts as a 2-way street; sometimes it allows air into the crankcase (PCV valve open) and other times it vents vapors to the atmosphere or to the air cleaner if it's a breather tube (PCV valve closed). Brad O. - To Unsubscribe please visit www.chevelles.net/list.html To start a new topic, send mail to: [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Re: [Chevelle-List] Can we stick to cars, please?
Title: Message Hello List, I've read everyone's posts regarding what should be discussed on this list and what shouldn't. Since this is the USA, everyone has a right to their opinion. With that said, please read the following and please don't ever forget... THE AMERICAN FIGHTINGMAN The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's; but he has never collected unemployment either. He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a tenyear old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either brokeup with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swingand 155mm Howitzers. He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at homebecause he is working or fighting from before dawn to well afterdusk. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him,but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble itin less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must. He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional. He can march until he is told to stop or stop until he is told to march. He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is notwithout spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient. He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts. If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battlewhen you run low. He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands. He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job. He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the payand still find ironic humor in it all. He has seen more sufferingand death than he should have in his short lifetime. He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to createthem. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed. He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through hisbody while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desireto 'square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand,remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day inand day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful. Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years. He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding. Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admirationwith his blood.
Re: [Chevelle-List] Can we stick to cars, please?
Title: Message wow, that was touching Herb... I forwarded it to a few friends.. Dan McIntoshBagged 64 Impala SSwww.alloldchevy.com - Original Message - From: Herbert Lumpp To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Friday, April 04, 2003 11:10 PM Subject: Re: [Chevelle-List] Can we stick to cars, please? Hello List, I've read everyone's posts regarding what should be discussed on this list and what shouldn't. Since this is the USA, everyone has a right to their opinion. With that said, please read the following and please don't ever forget... THE AMERICAN FIGHTINGMAN The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's; but he has never collected unemployment either. He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a tenyear old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either brokeup with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swingand 155mm Howitzers. He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at homebecause he is working or fighting from before dawn to well afterdusk. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him,but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble itin less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must. He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional. He can march until he is told to stop or stop until he is told to march. He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is notwithout spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient. He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts. If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battlewhen you run low. He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands. He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job. He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the payand still find ironic humor in it all. He has seen more sufferingand death than he should have in his short lifetime. He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to createthem. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed. He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through hisbody while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desireto 'square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand,remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day inand day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful. Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years. He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding. Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admirationwith his blood.
Re: [Chevelle-List] Can we stick to cars, please?
Just now checking my mail read all the replys to original message sent out about these wormey peace activist. I must say I was alittle worried about Chevelle guys worying about the politically correct subject matter on the list. But after reading all relpys I am very please with a renewed sence of all around support for our Country Troups. God Bless the USA, our Leaders, and our Fighting men Wemon! Thanks Guys! wow, that was touching Herb... I forwarded it to a few friends.. Dan McIntosh Bagged 64 Impala SS www.alloldchevy.com - Original Message - From: Herbert Lumpp To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Friday, April 04, 2003 11:10 PM Subject: Re: [Chevelle-List] Can we stick to cars, please? Hello List, I've read everyone's posts regarding what should be discussed on this list and what shouldn't. Since this is the USA, everyone has a right to their opinion. With that said, please read the following and please don't ever forget... THE AMERICAN FIGHTING MAN The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's; but he has never collected unemployment either. He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and 155mm Howitzers. He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must. He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional. He can march until he is told to stop or stop until he is told to march. He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient. He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts. If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low. He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands. He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job. He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay and still find ironic humor in it all. He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime. He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to create them. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed. He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful. Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years. He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding. Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.
RE: [Chevelle-List] Can we stick to cars, please?
Title: Message wish I had said that! -Original Message-From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]On Behalf Of Herbert LumppSent: Friday, April 04, 2003 11:11 PMTo: [EMAIL PROTECTED]Subject: Re: [Chevelle-List] Can we stick to cars, please? Hello List, I've read everyone's posts regarding what should be discussed on this list and what shouldn't. Since this is the USA, everyone has a right to their opinion. With that said, please read the following and please don't ever forget... THE AMERICAN FIGHTINGMAN The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's; but he has never collected unemployment either. He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a tenyear old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either brokeup with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swingand 155mm Howitzers. He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at homebecause he is working or fighting from before dawn to well afterdusk. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him,but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble itin less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must. He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional. He can march until he is told to stop or stop until he is told to march. He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is notwithout spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient. He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts. If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battlewhen you run low. He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands. He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job. He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the payand still find ironic humor in it all. He has seen more sufferingand death than he should have in his short lifetime. He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to createthem. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed. He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through hisbody while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desireto 'square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand,remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day inand day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful. Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years. He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding. Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admirationwith his blood.
[Chevelle-List] Links...
Since my web page is, in all honesty,for self promotion, I felt I needed to add something to it that would be of some use to fellow car nuts. So, here's my Favorite Links page, hopefully there's something there for everyone! http://users.adelphia.net/~hlump/Herbs_links.htm cYa- Herb Lumpp1966 El CaminoACES 3509, MCC 528http://users.adelphia.net/~hlump/
RE: [Chevelle-List] Can we stick to cars, please?
I've pretty much read though this entire thread and don't recall any messages from any "wormey peace activist" (perhapsthat was only saidto incite more robust dialog?). All I saw was some people that would rather talk about Chevelles. Its'aboutwhy many of use check our email each day - not about being politically correct. Thishobbyis a way for me to get away from "real life" and have some fun with friends, old and new, and wrench on the old girl (the car, not my wife..heh). I'll stop before someone reads this all out of context and calls me a wormey peace activist... May the war end soon andour sons, daughters, bothers, sisters, friends and neighbors come home safely. Proud to be an American, RonMy '66 http://home.attbi.com/~cutter169/chevelle_page.htmTeam Chevelle #1668ACES #5205 -Original Message-From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]On Behalf Of [EMAIL PROTECTED]Sent: Friday, April 04, 2003 7:49 PMTo: [EMAIL PROTECTED]Cc: [EMAIL PROTECTED]Subject: Re: [Chevelle-List] Can we stick to cars, please?Just now checking my mail read all the replys to original message sent out about these wormey peace activist.I must say I was alittle worried about Chevelle guys worying about the politically correct subject matter on the list. But after reading all relpys I am very please with a renewed sence of all around support for our Country Troups.God Bless the USA, our Leaders, and our Fighting men Wemon!Thanks Guys! wow, that was touching Herb... I forwarded it to a few friends.. Dan McIntoshBagged 64 Impala SSwww.alloldchevy.com - Original Message - From: Herbert Lumpp To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Friday, April 04, 2003 11:10 PMSubject: Re: [Chevelle-List] Can we stick to cars, please?Hello List, I've read everyone's posts regarding what should be discussed on this list and what shouldn't. Since this is the USA, everyone has a right to their opinion. With that said, please read the following and please don't ever forget...THE AMERICAN FIGHTING MAN The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's; but he has never collected unemployment either. He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and 155mm Howitzers. He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must. He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional. He can march until he is told to stop or stop until he is told to march. He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient. He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts. If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low. He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands. He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job. He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay and still find ironic humor in it all. He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime. He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to create them. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed. He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day
