The Third Chapter:

Breaking Brakes and Picking Parts

This installment is going to be separated into two halves so it doesn't get confusing.  First, we'll look at the nightmare known as the brake system, and then we'll do an inventory of the missing parts I had to procure for my car.  So without further ado, let's get going!

The Brakes

When I first picked up the Impala, my uncle (the one with the Firebird) sent me a few links to parts I'd found, one of them being to a front disc brake conversion kit on eBay.   The fact that it was the cheapest kit on the site should have been a red flag, but I stupidly bought it anyways.  As the saying goes, you really do get what you pay for, and what I got was a disc brake kit with really cool slotted and drilled rotors, but with some crummy, incorrect soft lines that connected to the calipers.  But before I go on a rant (and a smear campaign against the eBay seller), let's back up a bit.  When  I got my car, it was obvious that the brakes needed more than a little help.  Three out of the four wheels had been rebuilt and there were plenty of spare parts in the trunk, but the wheel cylinders were pushing ten years old at this point and in need of replacement yet again.  Also, the factory brake booster was full of brake fluid from the leaky, rusty master cylinder (also about ten years old), and let's just ignore the spliced front-to-rear line that's dragging on the ground and touching the exhaust.  Needless to say, the car needed a complete overhaul of the braking system, so I ended up purchasing the aforementioned disc brake kit, reproduction pre-bent lines for the car, and new wheel cylinders for the rear wheels.  Just to clarify: I'm not afraid of bending my own brake lines, but I wanted to make the brake system as factory original and nice as possible.  In fact, I ended up having to bend my own lines later when I converted the system to a dual-port master cylinder.  The installation of the factory stuff went fine, save for me using the wrong brake hose on the rear.  I quickly realized my mistake when no amount of pulling and straining would make the hose reach the lines on the axle, but $20 and an Amazon delivery later and I was back in business.  

Rear brakes mid-bleed.  Yes, I know I need the drums on to bleed them.  They were installed after the photo was taken.

Shiny new brake rotor.  

The $28 hose and me trying to fit a square peg in a round hole.

And now we return to the real fun: the disc brake kit.  As you recall, I mentioned the original power brake booster had gone bad.  Not to worry, the kit comes with a new one!  It turns out if I wanted to mount the "new" universal booster, I would have to live with a gaping hole in my firewall and reconfigure the brake light switch.  Thus, I opted to get a rebuilt factory booster.  But wait, it gets even better.  Nobody makes them anymore!  Who would have thought that would be the case after fifty seven years?  After hours and hours of searching online, calling up stores and visiting my local Auto Zone and O'Reilly's, I discovered that only one company offered rebuilt boosters, but they were return and rebuild only.  This meant that I would have no idea what the rebuild cost would be, no idea when I would get my part back, and no idea if it would even be rebuildable in the first place.  By some stroke of luck, I found the last rebuilt booster for sale on eBay, but marked up about $150 in price.  I really didn't have any choice, so I had to buy it.  Now, this isn't the eBay seller's fault and I completely understand the circumstances of the situation, but the extra $150 I spent made everything else that was about to happen that much worse.  The rotors and calipers installed fairly easily on my car, but when it came to putting the soft lines on, things began to unravel.  The brake hoses didn't fit the calipers.  In fact, they looked absolutely nothing like the hoses meant for the calipers (which turned out to be for an 80s F-body, as I discovered after an hour of searching).  $60 later from, once again, Amazon, and I was all set.  Here's where my resentment for the eBay seller comes in.  After a fast response saying he'd "look into" the issue with my lines, I heard nothing for three weeks, despite my constant efforts to contact him during this time.  It wasn't until I sent a new message asking for a refund that I was given not $60 to cover the purchase of the correct hoses, but the "$28 we sell them for."  I angrily sent the lines back and took my $28.  I think what annoyed me the most was the lack of communication, which seemed to occur right after I stupidly left my positive feedback.  Thus, I learned my second lesson: don't leave feedback until you've installed and tested everything.  The seller once again decided to go into ghost mode when I realized I had to buy new wheels for my car because the 14" ones wouldn't clear the calipers.  I went and re-read the ad, and NOWHERE did it say anything about needing 15" or larger diameter wheels.  Oh well, live and learn.  

The Parts

Let's move on to the more enjoyable part of this entry, which is all the times I went parts hunting for my car.  All of these trips are documented in detail in the regular section of the blog, but here I'll give a rundown of the parts I scavenged and the cars they came off.  


The first parts I obtained for my car came from a '66 Impala 2-door hardtop that was being parted out in North Smithfield.  Every single body panel on the car was rotted, save the hood, which was what I needed.  In addition to the hood, I got a spare wheel, rear license plate holder, two defective horns, a window crank that later broke, two armrests, lock knobs, and every single light bulb I could take off the car.  I also scored an original T3 low-beam, so I was now only one light away from a complete set.  

A panorama of Impalas.  On the left, we have my car with the original hood freshly removed.  In the middle, we have the '66 parts car before I picked it.  On the right is my Impala feeling patriotic with it's new hood.  We were also almost hit by a drunk driver coming home from picking up the hood on Memorial Day.  Random fun fact of the day.  

The next parts haul was from another car being parted out, this one being a '68 Caprice coupe, with a 327 and factory AC.  The owner had bought it for the quarters because he had a red '68 Impala coupe that needed some rust repair.  I got a well-worn, but crack-free tinted windshield, the correct tire iron for my car, and a washer fluid reservoir.  The picture is an old one from the FB Marketplace ad, so when I actually saw the car, it had far fewer parts left on it.  I also discovered I wasn't the only one who owned an Impala modified to tow.  Both the Caprice and the '68 Impala owned by the seller had aftermarket tow hitches installed.  

The '68 Caprice parts car.

Last, but not least, there was the '69 Impala at Firth's Auto Salvage in Rockland, Maine that donated its throttle return spring and some windshield washer hoses to my car.  Someone had stolen the hood hinges, so the hood had to be held in place while I took the parts off.  This was a 327 car from the Canadian division of GM.  It also had the recall motor mount straps installed.  

And thus, we come to the end of this installment.  In the next part, I'll talk about finally getting the brakes working and stopping in on a few more salvage yards.