I had planned headier stuff for the first real installment of this, my life's blog, but let's leave that aside for now, as important progress has recently been made in the garage: shown below are 6" wide wheels fitted to a 1963 Volvo PV544.

thank god I emailed this photo to myself before I dropped my iPhone behind one of those trees
This allows me, at long last, to fit contemporary tires to this waxy apple. Since I've owned the car--and the 3 previous 544s--I've been skidding around on the cheap skinny Members Only-style black-vinyl tires which seem to be all that's left in the car's original size. No more. The gription has landed.
There's a good deal of back-and-forth on this Internet of ours about the proper backspacing for widened wheels on the PV. According to most sources it needs to be 3.375-3.5" in order to fit without rubbing.
After literally years of sitting on the fence considering my options--a steady hiss in the background as more air leaked out of my Cheng Shins--I headed out to the junkyards of Chicagoland to find the old Chrysler, Ford, Jeep, etc. wheels that are constantly cited as readily available alternatives to the original wheels. This was a bust wrapped in a washout, slathered with futility. Unless you are looking for wheels for a 90s SUV or minivan, the pick-n-pull yards of our flatland megalopolis have nothing for you. Many 16" wheels off larger Fords had the correct bolt spacing, but much larger backspacing than the 3.5" I was searching for.
Meanwhile, for the previous ten years my subconscious had been turning over the concept of having wheels made for the car. This would usually go something like:
I should just have wheels made for the car.
Fuck, am I crazy? I can't have wheels made for the car.
Where can I get wheels?
Suddenly, as I was pulling one of my boots out of the sucking miasma of a junkyard mudhole on a prematurely hot spring day, the following thought occured to me:
I should just have wheels made for the car.
For once this led in a productive direction--after I rounded out my sunburn and rolled around in some more of the type of mud that should merit an antibiotic drip--when I called Frank at Stockton Wheel in CA. I told him what I needed, planning to use whatever wheel centers he had on hand. Impressively, Frank was familiar enough with the car to cite the hubcap diameter off the top of his head, and suggested that he probably had some centers around that would fit, maybe with a little grinding of the bumps. We left it at that: 15x6 wheels with 3.5" backspacing. Why 6" wide? I'm not going to lie to you: it seemed like it would look cool.
After placing the order, I talked to Frank a little longer about his operation, and found it illuminating--as is often the case, his high profile in rodding magazines, wrenching blogs, etc. can give you the impression that he's running a gargantuan wheel factory, teeming with workers cranking out wheels day and night to supply the American Man's Love Affair With Cars (undue apologies to the wack special features section of the Gran Torino DVD). This effect is created by first making a good product, then branding it intelligently (apologies to my past selves as recent as last year's, who still found that the term "branding" made him gag). The entity producing the product takes on an air of solidity, inevitability. Future posts on this blog may reveal that I aspire to create a similar effect for my own business.
The wheels arrived after the kind of delay that seems appropriate for 4 pieces of a hand-assembled, high-precision product, domestically produced in a 3-man shop whose longtime owner still puts in 60-hour weeks.
Delight turned to what the? when I measured the wheels and found the backspacing was 3.75" I asked Frank about this and his reply was typically clear and confidence-reconstructing:
"Minimum standard backside on the 15x6 is 3.75 + -. If we had made them with less we would have had to "reverse" the wheel and the trim rings would not look correct.
That was my call on the wheels. Check the fitment when suspension is assembled."
Now I feel OK. Frank is willing to say that he made the call, and has left the door open to the possibility that it may not work. I surely don't want to see it not work, but at least I don't feel like I'm on my own if things don't fit.
Reader, they fit. Yes, it took me a good minute to test this out, since about a day after finally pulling the trigger on my fly wheels, I saw this:
had to try 3 flashlights for this
which always leads to this:
and then, if you're lucky, this:
attn.: Child Protective Services, that is not Multi-Strip she's brushing on there
and finally this:
Please don't use my license plate number to do crime.
Christ, look at the time. OK, car is on the road now, awaiting a proper alignment, but driving very well, tracking, stopping and cornering better, plus looking a good deal cooler.
To sum up the plus side: Stockton Wheel; 3.75"; girl help; gray paint on everything, incl. bushings--these are good.
Negatives: rust; festering Chicagoland clay-mud with bits of zombie flesh mixed in; the absence of time to tool around in old car due to time spent under old car. Post it.