In order to actually work on this car, vacation days were taken and hopes were high. Brian and I started by pulling the car out of its outdoor winter hibernation spot. The light snow cover was brushed off as the doors were cracked. We were greeted with the wafting smell of mice, d-CON, and the still present smell of various burnt/melted items; ahhh, my car.
First order of business was to take everything out of the car, suck up the mouse turds and residual d-CON pellets. The passenger seat was removed to make way for the ECU and bucket seat. The car was inventoried for items we need from the junk yard. This includes: door stop, stock HID (current HIDs are one aftermarket, one stock, so they are different temps), possible new 2nd gen bumper bracket, carpet to cover the now not occupied seat belt B-pillar opening, and a few trim pieces.
As with everything on this project, a 15-30 minute tasks takes 4 hours. Around 12pm Friday, Brian and I were joined by Mike, who was in town from Kalamazoo. Our main goals were: get the car all wired up and get the new flywheel in, so we can turn the car over.
Sitting out in the sun wore off several important wire labels. That was addressed while Mike mounted the ignitors and coils. The engine bay is starting to get really crammed with stuff, so a bracket and mounting table was bespoke fabricated for the ignitors.
Wiring, soldering, crimping, repeat, repeat. The ECU was mounted as Brian worked on the passenger bucket seat with judicious vigor.
10pm on Saturday rolled around as we hooked a battery up to test the gauges and ECU. ECU shows working, however the AFR gauge wasn’t powering up. A single crimp on the power connector to the AFR had broken… This doomed any chance of getting to the flywheel. The dash was torn apart again as a couple other wires of concern were also address. At this point, all hopes of getting the flywheel in had been dashed. I was completely demoralized as I headed back home in the late hours, contemplating life/car choices as my Lyft driver’s Camry droned from the quickly failing wheel bearing. The shuttering of the car as it came to a stop at my house concluded a busy weekend that looks like nothing was accomplished.