Volume III, Issue 1, Page 23

ur subject is a ’66 Biscayne. It has 89,000 original miles and another 1,500 or so since it was commissioned for street duty and given a brand new life. When we bought the car nearly ten years ago from pal Chuck Hanson (ACES, Horsepower TV), he’d reclaimed the body (two fist-sized holes in the front fenders just behind the wheels) and had had it repainted. As such, it was nearly perfect and the new cheapie enamel job was unmarred.

The greasy side of the floor pan had a patina of surface rust, but the rest of the body was choice and uncompromised. Suffice that the car went across country in pieces on two separate occasions, its edges and corners gathering their share of road-rash attrition along the way.

All the seals, gaskets, retainers, and rubber stops were original. More than 40 years in the wild had reduced them to hardened, splitting, frayed semblances of their original selves. Understand that we did the refurbishing strictly r cosmetic reasons, that the car isn’t meant to be driven in anything but sunlight, and is always garaged, coddled mutt that it has become. The only stuff we could not source was wind lace, that round fabric piping lining the door frames of the car. If anyone knows, please email us to that effect.

Compression and dry rot debilitated gaskets’ resiliency and ability to seal correctly. Most of the Biscayne’s door and trunk gaskets looked like this.

We used a screwdriver with a tip a little smaller than the anchoring groove and simply peeled the gasket back. It was abundantly clear that the originals had been re-cemented more than once.