Because I Done It

The new owner of the car formerly known as The Biscayne SS was down.

He's turning it into a phantom of a 1991 Olds Delta 88.

A worthy project.

But she's fighting.

I never did get the AC completely sorted out when I owned it.  It works intermittently for him.  Sounds like an electrical problem to me.

It will run great then die with no fuel pressure.

The connector in the trunk was showing signs of overheating and fuel could be restored by wiggling it.

Adam bought some Deutsch connectors and Marv and I replaced the trunk connector.

Fired right up once we jumped it, because the battery was dead from having the domelights on from removing the interior to dye them the Olds color (the reason that Adam came down).

So...

We're trying to troubleshoot things and there's stuff abandoned in place that creates a wild goose chase.

Adam tries to complain that it was my engine swap, so I must know all the ins and outs.

But nothing is where I left it.  Everything is rewired from where I had it, and messy.

I gave him a thick folder with all the documentation of what I'd done.  That's disappeared and Adam doesn't remember me even giving it to him. 

He uses the interior like a storage shed, so the junk rolling around could easily have pulled a wire and intermittently break connection.

Then he gets mad at us for being frustrated because he's got Huntington's Disease and his emotions don't process like normal.  He's in something of a hurry to get the car done before the disease progresses past the stage where he can no longer work on or enjoy the car.

But it was running when he left.

He made it ten miles before the fuel pump crapped out again.

I am taking the position, now, that it's not my project any more.  It can't be.  I have my own project that keeps getting put off for everyone else's stuff. 

I wanna help, but there's too many people working the problem and the mechanic he normally uses does sloppy work.  I know because I've cleaned up after him on The Beast.