Yesterday we moved the Lark from our Uncle's barn next door into our garage. We had a pretty fun time, actually. We pulled it using my fathr in law's ATV, and even with all the wet, muddy ground, we didn't have any problems getting the car over to our place.
Once we got it to our diveway, I fired up the air compressor, blew enough dust, debris, and grit off the car to fill a trash can, and on a Lark (Oy, enough with the bad puns!) we put a battery into the thing to see if the motor was still moving.
Believe it or not, right from the get-go, that motor started cranking. I was very happy to see that. Sure, it's still going to need to be rebuilt, but at least it's not all rusted together.
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Restoring my grandfather's '60 Lark, one rusted bolt at a time.
Maple Lake, Minnesota
Once we got it to our diveway, I fired up the air compressor, blew enough dust, debris, and grit off the car to fill a trash can, and on a Lark (Oy, enough with the bad puns!) we put a battery into the thing to see if the motor was still moving.
Believe it or not, right from the get-go, that motor started cranking. I was very happy to see that. Sure, it's still going to need to be rebuilt, but at least it's not all rusted together.
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Restoring my grandfather's '60 Lark, one rusted bolt at a time.
Maple Lake, Minnesota
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