Newest development on the homefront: In exchange for my substandard tile work at Lordtrunk's house, he's going to fix my '86's woes, or at least enough of them that it runs again.

For those who aren't up to speed on that vehicles status, HoseB was driving it one day when a loose wiring harness fell off its precarious perch on the firewall and made solid contact with the red-hot exhaust manifold, frying and obliterating the color on the wires and making the engine immediately quit running.

I was able to figure out that 8 of the wires controlled the individual fuel injectors, and I "think" I got those wired back up correctly. The other four wires come from the distributor and make a color change at the connector that was melted worse than the Wicked Witch of the West, plus they don't appear in any electrical breakout that I have. Add to that the hard cold starting problem the engine has, and it becomes difficult for this caveman to figure out if I have the wires remotely close to being correct.

Enter The Wizard of Wires, Lordtrunks. Uh, unfortunately, I have a list of things for you to get to, my friend. Looks like I'm finishing up that tile work in your living room, too.

John B.