The history can be found here:
Not sleep, do not eat breakfast, but full of energy on the tonsils from reaching the object of your dreams, I began to study the Moskvich.
from Sergey story about the history of the car, I found out that she was engaged by his grandfather, the chairman of the local collective farm. With his hands he podvaril and colored car, complete with new parts purchased through POSYLTORG system that was selling new parts for the disabled (he lost a leg) around the country, making it possible not to stand in queues in search of the necessary scarce details.
The machine was made for himself with a view to eternal exploitation and peasant tradition of 200-tons per cent safety margin. Initially 423rd body, as a result of the sub-welding of homemade shields, turned partly in 424-th Muscovite. This is not just a single original work, I meet for the fourth is touring with such interesting modernization. All work is carried out efficiently, possibly in the factory, you can even assume the existence of one of those. Rules for rural MTS in the south of Russia.
Under the hood settled 408th engine with 412-m heat sink and 412-m air filter. GTZ and tanks upgraded to 403rd model. Motor new, at least in appearance, the plant to test 4 years ago.
Let's see in the cabin: the modernization of the shock has passed - separate front seats, the CPT in the floor, the pedal from the Volga, from the steering IgE. In the trunk like all native, added rear lights from the 408-th Moscow and no upholstery and handles the 5th door, alas ... Just before they reached the back of the sofa skilled hands and creative urge grandfather.
Interesting was the view from below: the new tank , exhaust, duct under unusually shaped instruments. The observation hole lonely Prytula native screw jack with a round platform - not a frequent accessory!Runaround demonstrated outside the partial replacement of the iron doors and wings, the presence of a set of new tires (as promised) discs silverfish color. Chrome more tired, but for the first time in my life I found the corners of the bumper is entirely made of stainless steel! I used to come across a beautiful and brilliant Circuits of this eternal metal masters made "for himself", but it's all been, shall we say, the elements form a small car architecture. Make the corners of the bumpers of their complex shape was given not for everyone
Then began the most sweet - Parts excavations in the car and in the neighborhood. Lessons from the trunk packets allowed by circumstantial evidence to determine that the donor, except for the 423rd, was still 3 pieces. Basically, the old parts (such throw myself), but these were abandoned zealous owner of the reserve, according to the old Soviet tradition of the driver. In the garage were found in different corners of the parts of several models Moskvich, as well as from the 24 th of the Volga and the pair are not new cars. The implementation of these parts at the moment is one of the sources of subsistence for Sergei, lost due to war work. But the fat, tsinus, chocolate, and other sweet analogues avtorestavratorsoy life gave spot inspection of the garage, on the good advice of Sergei. In the light climbed sturdy plywood boxes with fresh stickers "Goods Mail" on the paper managed to find his grandfather's name: Ivan Sirenko. In the first two, carefully wrapped in kraft paper, turned out (hold your breath moskvichevody) NEW aluminum window frames on the doors. For the second time in my life I meet! Further our path lay in the attic. In the corner of the door creaking iron settled wasps. I am for the peaceful existence of different systems, so that we have agreed with them that we do not touch them, they do not bite us. Love nature of the people! They are going about their business, and we got into the dusty penumbra. Among eared pupa shells of walnuts dimly gleamed large package of something white. Upon closer inspection, they were native zapchastёvye wings and doors, wrapped in
Nizhny Novgorod city in the bitter white burlap POSYLTORG with stickers and stamps of the USSR Post for the year 1989. Mostly iron rusted surface is not critical, probably not in the summer there is damp.
On the floor of the plywood cover, carefully laid chips peacefully regaled windshield and rear glass, in a certain amount.
got out of the attic, I "spread its wings", a luxurious stretch, and discover the beauty of overlooked. While we were tinkering in the garage half black sun was already high and the southern summer revealed in full swing. Around all the green, bright, hot, summer! BEAUTY ! In 2 large trees directly behind the house someone tweeting fun and jumping from branch to branch - they thoroughly rocked. On the part of Sergei was followed by a violent reaction with throwing a pair of sticks and unkind comments to the "bad animals". As it turned out, these trees - walnuts, and a protein on the branches (birds are not afraid) drags itself has matured nuts for the winter in semi quantities. I do not know To my shame, that in the Donbass walnuts ripen, we in the suburbs just born green. But this assembly, drying (that's where the shells in the attic - the rats would not mind to grab his share of the crop) and submission of the acceptance inspector nuts (remember the ads on poles?) Is the second part of the house owner income. Nuts have a culture - in areas, there are wild - in plantations around. Sergey breeds cultural seedlings, they stood in the halves of plastic bottles front of the house, settling of the forest in the hope of future crops. The work, worthy of respect, because the result will be seen not soon, but mostly get to the next generation. As the saying goes: plant a tree, build a house, raise a son ...
I realized after detailed analysis of the condition of the machine that will not take it. List of changes that need to be eliminated to return to the original (my only option of restoration) is so great that drag the car across the border and then to Moscow turns absolutely strategically and financially justified. Carefully crafted a plan to export the car tow truck to the border, perekatka hands through the checkpoint, loaded on another tow truck and delivery to Rostov useful, I hope, for the next auto retro adventure in the region 🙂 In Russia there are donors and better. But the new parts I need, and take them for yourself is not a problem.
The machine was made for everyday use, and is valuable in this version. I explained it to Sergei, and he reacted with understanding to my decision, said that he could sell the car as such on the territory of Ukraine, as the DNI is unlikely to succeed. A spare part and can give way to me, and we started sharing what I need, and that it will need to sell the car to another buyer. With the dream of updating a collection Soviet room in the garage numbers of Donetsk region had to leave, as they will need for setting the machine account of the sale as well.
About an hour I selected needed, with the expectation of samovynos on hands to the bus on their own. Did not take the bumper (they were not ideal), leave the new caps (alas, went fine, "Mickey Mouse"), scored moldings, new details on the way, picked up the jack, naturally I took a new framework. Homemade bumper corners left at the request of Sergei, but I liked them very much. It turned out a couple of bags, a large box with a frame that is convenient to take the armpit, and a long packing moldings and a jack, a kind of self-defense tool for critical situations;) All shook their in white cloth, zaskotchevali and got out into the sunshine. We drank water from a bottle, captured me from Rostov, washed his hands and came stomping toward the stop.