That's brother, Tiny, Explaining T.D.C. timing to the wall, as I wasn't getting it.
Here's some of my learning so far:
- Number Four Spark plug wire was missing an end. ( explains the feeling it was only running on three cylinders..)
- Number Three and One spark plugs were only hand tight ( Can't help the compression)
- Pickup Coil had a mashed thread ( hard to maintain proper spacing)
- Working in a heated shop, with Vivaldi playing, is way better than struggling with frozen or wet parts and tools, outside in the weather.
- Panic and frustration rarely lead to the desired results.
- Yelling at broken machinery might temporarily help me feel better but it doesn't get the machine working.
As Mike Holmes says: " It's all gotta come down." It was a mish-mash of different wire sizes, loosely crimped splices, cut off ends, corroded, cobbled together connections, and non working gauges.
I am replacing this with seven conductor cabling, new wire, soldered connections, a simple gauge system and replacing the keyed ignition switch with a simple on/off switch. I started with a wiring diagram I made from the combination of what is in the machine and what is in the original schematics.
While It's in the shop I will also:
- Replace the oil-soaked, frayed seat belt with a new Three point system
- Fix the broken seat and bolt it down to the frame
- Add an external post to make charging the system easier.
- Add some driving and back up lights.
This has been a good lesson in taking things one step at a time. Preparing for the job and not settling for "It'll work for now" thinking. That's what led to the hoogie balled wiring in the first place. Something cut off there - not a big thing. A gauge not working - who needs it. Just one little thing at a time. Until it all ends up being a piece of crap that's hard to keep running and makes maintenance difficult at best.
I think its a great metaphor for life. My life never goes to crap all at once. It's done a little at a time —over time. A decision to take the apparently easier way out. Not to do a thing to the best of my ability. Too much of a hassle to learn about something I need to know.
Doing things right the first time, just like my Daddy said, pays off big time.
Not that my life is crappy now. I have never felt better or been happier. But I know how to change that in a flash - one little thing at a time.
So I think I will spend the rest of the day metaphorically putting a little piece of my life back to running order. One connection at a time.
------::::-------We've noticed a bunch of headless dogs roaming the territory. Maybe it's the warm weather making the field mice friskier. And no, Cleo—this picture doesn't make your butt look bigger: